Prompto shifted uncomfortably under her eyes. Her intent on his wings did not go unnoticed. He pulled them tighter, until the anatomy of how small they became seemed questionable. Only a few stray feathers really visible past his body.

He glanced back to Cor and then back to her. "No, um. It's of my- it's Cor. He's one of the Kingsglaive from back home." Which didn't really explain why he had just been sobbing and clinging to the stone statue, but she'd have to work harder for him to reveal that.