Noctis shoves down the instinct to protest, instead just letting himself relax in Nyx's grasp again. This time, he doesn't wince at all when Nyx's fingers touch his neck; the marks are still there but fainter, and at worst the skin is a bit sore.

"Yeah...I know." He does now, at least. "But those clover fields were...weird. Everything stopped mattering. It just...didn't occur to me."