"All of ours were on foot, unless some imperial patrol found us on the road." He explains. Not everyone has cool space ships, man. "With my family's magic and each other, it wasn't a problem." He wasn't even going to mention the Revelations. The trials he had to overcome to win his gods' favor. This likely speaks enough on just what kind of role he played without outright stating his status as royalty.

A royal who lowers himself to other's level, tries to see from their perspective. Something that was far too easy to do. "..." Noctis catches that movement, not quite sure what it meant thanks to the other's armor, but admitting to claustrophobia alongside it set off a few warning bells. Not danger specifically, but what not to broach subject-wise. So instead, he simply looks - or rather, glares - down at the ring on his right hand.

Honestly, even if he didn't have the same fear, his first thoughts would always go to Prompto. Because so long as he has a goal, he can push through most of his fears. Prompto, though - he didn't have that luxury. Yet, when he opens his mouth, there is no attempting to sugarcoat - no attempt to distract or share a story about their shared fear. Only: "I understand."

Because he does. He understands far too well... He only hopes that the man beside him didn't have to face it alone like he did.