[prompto doesn't expect the question, figuring aranea's too angry at him to want to direct casual banter his way. it surprises him, therefore, and he stops a moment, before balancing himself forward onto the steps.]
Niflheim?
[he assumes would be the answer she's looking for. but... he doesn't remember a lot from it, not with her in the picture, anyway.]
[the girl clutches tightly around his neck, her weight on his shoulders.]
I don't know about anything past me waiting at the campfire, remember?
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Niflheim?
[he assumes would be the answer she's looking for. but... he doesn't remember a lot from it, not with her in the picture, anyway.]
[the girl clutches tightly around his neck, her weight on his shoulders.]
I don't know about anything past me waiting at the campfire, remember?