Noctis sighs softly. This kind of gentle affection is pretty foreign to him. The last time he can remember anyone treating him like this was when he was a child, when his father still had the luxury of doting on him. It feels so...nice. So sweet. He thinks he might love it.

He hates the idea that he's worried Nyx this much, though, so he sits up a bit more. "Yeah, I'm...I'm good."