He catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and drops his hand down onto his helmet at his side. “We’ll figure this out. It’s just going to take some time.” He can’t make himself sound calm about it. Not when flashing across his mind’s eye is Zarkon’s mechanized suit. “...these chocobos sound a bit like our horses. There used to be wild herds of them all over the world. They were in a variety of earthy colors. Hooved and have a kick that you never want to deal with.”

Noctis might know horses. But the idea is to see the common link. And to give them something to think about that isn’t going to add stress or worry to their backs. He needs to shift his focus for both their sakes.