[Welcome to the club, Prompto. Fluff Heaven. They've almost reached it. Would if you'd stop worrying. Because he catches that look, and the uneven breathing. So he carefully maneuvers himself to reach out and place a hand on his buddy's shoulder.]

Hey. [Calm down.] I doubt there'll be fighting in the first place. Even then, we'll probably be told to keep watch over the little guys and girls.

[Even though he's more than capable now. He highly doubts his Shield or the Marshal will allow it unless absolutely necessary.]