[Prompto's fingers move to scritch gently under Morgana's chin. Soft warm fluff kitty kitty kitty kitty.

Prompto's internal monologue is suffering from proximity to kitty kitty cat cat.]

He's great! I bet you'll love him. If he could, he'd spend all day fishing, napping, and feeding cats. Sometimes he's almost like a cat himself, if you can believe that.

[Gently and invitingly, he opens his arms.]

Will you let me carry you, little guy? I'm not sure how far he's gone, but it's a longish walk back to our camp for legs your size.