[Prompto's words aren't exactly doing much to pacify Wren. She could be cut off from the army for weeks, at minimum? Of all the times for something like this to happen, this is the worst! She's needed, she's—

...No. There's still her brother. Sure, this... isn't exactly ideal... but he's fully capable of seeing things through on his own. There's no need for her to worry. The wind begins to die back down as she regains her calm, and she moves to Catria's side, petting her softly in an attempt to ease her distress as well.]

Sorry, girl. Didn't mean to frighten you...

[She then turns back to Prompto.]

You're right. Forgive me. But "those of us that are here"? Just how many people would that be?