"That's kinda weird," Prompto admitted, maybe a touch suspiciously, as his fingers brushed through Kitty's soft fur. "They usually just leave me by myself."

And he tried not to sound too petulant about it. He was used to it, after all, but he didn't want this lady to think he was just some big, whiny baby or something. But it could have been something top secret, or an emergency, or maybe something happened with the war. If anyone knew he was a Nif, that could put him in a tough spot, so they wanted to protect him....

"Is..." He hesitated a moment about asking. "Is everything okay?"