Liz paused at the mention of the Kingslaive, hesitating as she tried to think of how to explain to young Prompto how they knew each other.

She rested a hand on her bump as she gave him a soft smile, “I’m not part of the Kingslaive, I’m a friend…?” she tried, wincing at how much of a question that sounded like. “I’m …they asked me to look after you for a couple of days,”

She wasn’t sure how believable that story was but she didn’t want to frighten Prompto anymore than he already was, judging on the way that he was holding tightly onto Rain.