It certainly did. At least, he hopes that came across in that manner. Noctis rests his head against the wall, eyes already half-lidded closed.

"Guess we'll both just have to be glad for it, then." He says it flatly, like he just doesn't have the energy to seem interested in it any further; but the way his eyebrows raise slightly likely gave away how he really feels about it. He's tired, but amused.

"Ignis'll likely be by soon," he mutters, already hearing the familiar footfalls. "There's no one I trust more." And just like that, the young king is asleep.