"He would be really happy about it..." Ignis says slowly, leaning back in his seat and just sinking into it. All the things that Noct enjoyed and fought for and now not being able to witness them. Ignis' mind easily supplied him with an image of Noct leaning on one of the rental chocobos, napping next to the fire.

Ignis sighs shakily but decides to focus on what Prompto was saying. Scrawniest? Well, Prompto was a bit on the scrawny side- ten years ago. He wonders if he stayed that way. But that was beside the point. Scrawny wasn't the defining trait of Prompto, it was-

"How about the fastest? You've always been quick on your feet," he offers gently.