"What the actual happiness?" Kaylin blurted out when she saw the speckled wings. She hurried over, pushing at statues in her way as if they were people she could shove aside in a crowd. "Moran what the..." she stopped as she took in Prompto. And his wings. And the fact that the person he was crying into was a statue. And... not Moran.

"What the actual happinesses? Another Praevolo?!"

Interesting way for Prompto to meet grown up Kaylin, wasn't it? Though if he recognized her as the little girl from the boat that had tried to glare at everyone but who kept staring at his wings and Sephiroth's wings... who knew. She certainly didn't have a small pale dragon looking thing on her shoulder at that point, and she did now. And it was making a hissing noise that somehow managed to sound like a laugh.