"My legs are killing me!" Prompto whimpers. "(Y/n), can you carry me on your back?"
"I'm not transforming just so you can ride on my back because you can't handle a small incline," she snappily replies.
"This is more a 'small' incline. This is a steep slope," Noctis corrects the girl.
"Stop whinin', you two. Get your asses moving. We've got a tomb to find," Gladio snarls.
"Though steep, it is possible," Ignis states.
Noctis and Prompto grumbled under their breaths, cursing their aching legs. Halfway up the steep slope, Noctis had lost his footing. The prince almost slid off the edge, but Prompto caught him. Unfortunately, the force of Noctis' body colliding with Prompto's sent the blonde off the side. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he fell.
Gladio sighed and glanced at the girl. "(Y/n)."
"Already on it," she sighs, jumping off the edge right as Prompto fell. As she picked up speed, she transformed into her second form and caught Prompto by the ankle.
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Flying back to the others, she gently sets the boy down. Noctis sighed in relief to see both of his friends were safe. After Prompto was back on solid ground, he scrambled to his feet and clung onto (Y/n). "You've no idea how happy I am you decided to come along."
"You better thank Gladio. (Y/n)'s the Guardian of the Amicitia household. He's the one who had to pull a few strings so she could come with us," Noctis said.
Prompto glanced at the shield. "Thanks, big guy."
Gladio crosses his arms. "Y'know, she didn't have to save your ass if you were more careful."
The sharpshooter nods. "Yeah, I know." Then, he stared into (Y/n)'s eyes. "Can I ride on your back now?"
(Y/n) huffs and lowers her body so Prompto could climb into her back. Due to her size, she was only a few inches taller than Gladio and had to lay down for people to hop on her back. Her wingspan was roughly around fourteen feet, forcing her to cram her wings shut so his foot wouldn't catch her feathers and slip again. He slumped against her form as she rose to her feet.
Finally reaching even ground, Gladio stood next to (Y/n), reached upwards, and placed a hand on her head. "(Y/n), you can put his ass down now."
"P-Please don't!" Prompto begs, clinging onto the feathers on her neck. She cried out in pain as his nails were digging into her skin underneath the brown and white plumage. "S-Sorry!" He loosens his grip but keeps his hold on her. (Y/n) knew he was still shaky from his fall only a few minutes ago and decided to keep him on his back. To convey her thoughts, she leaned down and pulled on a strand of Gladio's hair using her beak. It wasn't enough to hurt the man, but it was enough to give him her answer.
