( her mouth runs dry--immediately she wants to take him by the arms, wants to demand for noctis, wants to ensure that he's safe, somewhere, that he surely must be here, somewhere. gladiolus is a brave man, strong and capable, and she knows that he would never leave the prince somewhere without confirming his safety. her eyes swim, looking at him, hands lifting to press her palms together like she might laugh, or worse, might even cry.

there's an immediate shake of her head, embarrassed of herself for even continuing with such a request. )

No, I'm...I'm sure you can't. I'm so sorry.

( an embarrassed chuckle, her chin ducking down, bobbing in against her pressed hands. )

It...Are you sure that's...wise?

( every part of her wants to drag the conversation in another direction, but then again, if gladiolus isn't mentioning anything to begin with, then maybe she has nothing to worry about. it may even be the case that noctis isn't even here--that it may be the two of them, trapped in some odd place that needs things like a fuck pillory and strange bird-headed lifeguards.

dropping her hands down, she gives him a firm nod. )

Well. If the Shield says it, then we should pursue them. ( as if they're hunting. she at least offers him a warm smile. ) To our gull friends, Gladiolus.