Having said her piece (and thoroughly aggravating Era, who is too tired to do anything about it beyond shrinking down even further), the polecat settles back down and rubs her head fondly against the underside of Noct's jaw. She and Era both ignore the cough to be polite, and when he eventually speaks up Narangerel's tail wiggles — someone is clearly pleased with herself.

While her dream-guide is pleased with his words, Era is startled by them. She jolts a little, confused, and says nothing at first, assuming he's speaking to Naran.

"...What? From me?"

She sounds incredulous, but who can really blame her at this point?