Noctis nods in agreement - Squall is a good cook. He winces when Nyx's fingers touch his throat, but he doesn't flinch away. It hurts, but it's a duller pain now, and the skin doesn't seem too swollen.

"Uh...maybe." His body still feels heavy and sluggish, but with some help he manages to sit upright, even if he does still lean against Nyx. "Vaydran? What does that mean?"