Honestly, this is the first he's hearing about Titan coming to his rescue. He had a feeling Leviathan would be a spiteful goddess - never believe a word Iedolas shared whether written, engraved, or spoken was a good code to go by - but the Archean coming to his aid without him consciously summoning him? Noctis blinks, dumbfounded.

"I... wouldn't know. Lost consciousness after the fight." He explained for the first part, gaze falling for a second. Remembering what happened once he lost consciousness, that shared dream that was far too short, far too much. Yet when Ignis points out the Ring, his stomach drops. He- he really didn't know?

"Ignis... the fight with the Tidemother was two months ago for me." It hurts. It hurts to tell him that because he should know, and yet- there they stand. Far from anything they've ever known and without any answers. "I woke up with the Ring in my hand. When I did, Luna was dead and you couldn't see."

And it hasn't come back; probably never will. His grip relaxes, his head shaking. He wants to suggest they sit down, but all that comes out of his mouth - thick with emotion he normally would never show - is, "-the hell is going on?"