Prompto suggested celebrating their progress with bottles of wine at the hotel before continuing to Altissia. Noctis, seeing the appeal of a brief respite, agreed without protest.

In the peaceful hotel room, they indulged, Noctis, already feeling the effects, cautioned against excessive drinking.

"T—Try not to drink too much, we... We still have to get up and... Take the boat... God, my head hurts..."

He slurred, showcasing his own level of inebriation.

Laughter erupted from the others, but Noctis, now fixated on you, observed your features with a quickened heartbeat. He let out a soft groan, placing his hand on his face.

"What... Am I thinking..."

He muttered to himself, closing his eyes and gripping his clothing in an attempt to compose himself.