[ She does not know what the Citadel or Insomnia even looks like, but she can picture a sky above and a sleepy Noctis lying somewhere beneath a lowering building of steel and glass. She murmurs, ] Stars make for both the best lullabies and blankets.

[ Even more intriguing is that he didn't follow any constellations as he looked up at the sky, but made patterns of his own. But then... ]

You... I wouldn't have guessed, that you had trouble sleeping. Not when I first met you sleeping outside on a bench.