[But through their connection, she instructs her familiar to leave his perch and come to where they are — and sure enough, after a few moments he arrives with his wings flapping hard to keep himself aloft, and glides toward the window as he makes a beeline for them.
But it's Prompto's shoulder he lands on when he arrives, little talons curling around the fabric of his fatigues, and upon landing he immediately crabwalks over to press up against his cheek like he's making himself comfortable there.]
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[But through their connection, she instructs her familiar to leave his perch and come to where they are — and sure enough, after a few moments he arrives with his wings flapping hard to keep himself aloft, and glides toward the window as he makes a beeline for them.
But it's Prompto's shoulder he lands on when he arrives, little talons curling around the fabric of his fatigues, and upon landing he immediately crabwalks over to press up against his cheek like he's making himself comfortable there.]