"If you would prefer as much," she said, and the words hung in the air with a tangible uncertainty. Luna wished for Gentianna's calm and reassuring presence and found herself at a loss without it.
Luna paused, trying to measure out her own reply before continuing. "I shall agree to whatever you find more appropriate. Though, I would...I would like to stay and be of help if I can."
It was true, in a sense. For the Oracle, it was her destiny. And she'd already nearly given her own life for it.
But in a deeper, and definitely more embarrassing sense, Luna knew she wanted to stay for herself. She remembered saying aloud her own confession, long ago back in Tenebrae. To merely stay by his side.
Feeling foolish, she looked down to where Noctis' hand was settled, and very tentatively reached out to touch it. The lightest brush of fingers to palm.
"I admittedly don't know much about neither camping nor fishing, admittedly. But..." The words trailed off.