... [Sigh.] Look. I'm just as nervous, but I think that's why my old man specifically said daybreak.

[Prompto doesn't need to be excused if he's hugging the one in his lap too, right? That's what he thinks, anyway. Even as his eyes go distant while he stares at nothing in particular.]

The last time- we were out after nightfall. A daemon attacked us, and my attendants were killed. I almost was too, when dad arrived. All because I wanted to see the fireflies...

[That fluffball in his arms is being petted. No, he's not going to mention how for months after, he wasn't able to walk. How it had taken a miracle for him to even awaken from the nightmare he'd been caught in. Nothing about how he'd only started to be eased back into his old self - he'll never be that kid again, but a part of him still lives any time chocobos, small animals or fishing's involved - back in Tenebrae before the Empire came for both royal families. Nor the look on Ignis' face when he'd realized he couldn't feel his legs. He's obviously gotten better, but...]

So, we're going to be avoiding travel after sunset. Where the actual danger is.