Liz would have been content to just lay there, staring up at Prompto with a smile as he touched her hair, even though she was beginning to realise that she hadn’t eaten and she had missed dinner and then felt rather guilty as she realised that she had left yesterday without leaving any kind of note to where she was going.

She should really call Dr. Lecter to let him know that she was okay.

Her stomach rumbled loudly.

“Oh,” she started to blush a little, “I think I might be a bit hungry,” she admitted.