[if he were to dig for the reason why, prompto is sure that the answer would infinitely upset ardyn. a stranger, an unknown variable, not necessarily traveling in secrecy but there was some caution to be taken for it. was it because of the monsters? or something else entirely?]

[he manages a quick answer regardless]

I guess he just had that imposing big guy thing going for him, so maybe it was just a habit I picked up.

[prompto sits up properly, picking up one of the triangle-shaped cuts of the sandwich, and bites down. it's a few chews in when he speaks again.]

I wonder if the coin meant anything. It didn't seem like currency. [chew, chew, swallow] Nothin' comes to mind?