[ Even if he just met her, he doesn't exactly want to be left alone, either, and there's something reassuring and trustworthy about her, anyway. Then again, Prompto finds just about anyone trustworthy, but she's not giving him any bad vibes. How can he refuse help like that? ]

Oof...y-yeah. Upsie-daisy...

[ Pushing himself back up to his feet, he rubs at his shoulder where it slammed into the ground when he fell. But aside from perhaps a few incoming bruises, he's no worse for wear. You know, aside from the fact that he's still seeing things, but he's less worried about that now than he was a second ago. ]

Hey, I know this might sound crazy, too, buuuuut...you ever heard of the Circle? Or a witch-lady named Astoria?