"Don't tell me the fucking fairies are trying to possess people now." Snarled lowly but there's a helpless kind of tension in Nyx's hold on Noctis, enough so that now, talking about it and having the confirmation that Noctis is okay the anger and frustration have him nearly shaking with the need to do something about it.

At least picking his phone up off the coffee table is an action. Something to do with his hands. Then he's rolling his eyes and glancing back towards Noct's necklace. "Yeah, bud, anytime the fairies are involved nothing is okay."

"Can't really say he would have hurt you. He did hurt you. You might've been too out of it to care but you don't fucking do that to someone." He scoffs, squeezing Noct again and trading his phone for the tea. "Not unless you want them dead. It'll help your throat." He holds it in his hand to warm it slightly before pressing it into Noctis' hands.