[ He can't look away from him, his face held in his hand just so -- it makes him ache, this story, and he shifts at the burgeoning realisation that he... might not be just the cat anymore. Wait, is this even about him? Ignis is looking down at him so steadily, and Noctis is quiet, words caught in his throat.

This is a lot, for a fairytale, and he leanins into his hand, nuzzling his cheek into it and closes his eyes. ]

Did he manage to turn his brother back into a prince again? His brother must've been heart broken all those years, too.

[ Watching, but unable to do anything because of the oath. Gods, this feels awful -- is that what Ignis and Prompto feel, as well? ]