[ Fenris watched the expression on Prompto's face shift. It reminded him of Hawke in the days following their mother's death; distant, pensive. At the time, he didn't know what to do. Nothing he said could have changed her passing, so he focused on being present. With any luck, that would be helpful to Prompto, too. ] Do you want to talk about him? [ It was spoken simply, no judgment or expectation in his tone. Fenris was curious about the man who raised his friend, but he didn't mind if Prompto preferred not to share that right now.
At the very least, his small gesture of solidarity seemed to help. He disliked touching in general, but right now, he didn't feel stressed by it. And that was nice. So Fenris offered a nod in response to Prompto's gratitude, though he hardly needed it. He owed his friend far more. ]
That is ... something we briefly discussed. Knowing each other's souls. [ It still surprised him that Dorian had felt the same instant connection. To hear Prompto describe it similarly helped. It meant this wasn't an isolated case. Fenris glanced up at his friend, searching his gaze this time, curious. ] It grows stronger? [ That was ... mildly alarming. And a little exciting, too. Feeling his ears turn red, Fenris handed the camera back, grunting. ] Take it.