[The door shouldn't be that hard to find! Krile brushes off any lingering awkward sentiment.

And it isn't really the beard. Not by itself. He looks less untested. Harder things have happened to him than to the person he was at Prompto and Alisaie's wedding, for example.

Krile nods to cement her decision to leave and makes haste for the exit.]

Have you spoken with Prompto yet, by the way? He's about here somewhere. [Her hand comes up to touch her chin in thought.] He ought not come in here and experience Ysverai this way, though.