[ As they hurry away, a few of the worshipers cast them cold looks, as if their departure might upset the peace they have struck with the dragon. Prompto can't help but cast a few looks behind them as they go, his mind bouncing back and forth like a pinball between the fact that Alisaie's brother has awoken at last and that the dragon still looks quite hungry.
His neck craned around, eyes wide: ]
Oh shit, that is a leg, that is definitely a leg -
[ His pace renews, his next words coming more quietly. ]
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His neck craned around, eyes wide: ]
Oh shit, that is a leg, that is definitely a leg -
[ His pace renews, his next words coming more quietly. ]
Alphinaud, right?