He sighed, exasperated. "More camping? Why can't we just stay inside a building? We could lock it up or something."

Anything to get away from camping for a day. They'd been roughing it Gladio-style long enough. It was improving, but it was still far from any sort of civilization he was used to. "Maybe they have toilets. Real, working toilets."

He caught a glimpse of Gladio and Ignis getting close, and trotted ahead to avoid doing any staring. He was a bit of a third wheel now, but he didn't want to bother them about it. Instead, he sighed and mumbled to himself softly, "I wish Noct was here..."

Then he'd have someone to talk to while they were smooching or something. But if he could endure endless hours of Noctis fishing then he could survive this.