Noctis, to his credit, didn't bother to make an effort to show that he noted the stress in the other's voice. Instead, he kept his voice carefully monotone. Or rather, tries to. He can't help some of the worry that seeps through. "Yeah. I know. Been one hell of a day, though."

He won't focus on it; only point that much out. His friends are probably surprised he isn't asleep again, already.

"We don't have horses, but those sound a lot like spiracorns. Just missing the horns bit." He chuckles under his breath. "Wouldn't dream about riding one, though - they definitely aren't tamable. More likely to attack just for walking twenty or thirty feet away from them."

No, he totally didn't know that from experience. What are you talking about?