[unsurprisingly, Milla is lying prone on her bed when Noctis comes to visit, trying to ignore the way her ribs throb with every breath she takes. she has an open book (the flower language book) laid out over her eyes, too. but when she hears the knocking, she sits up, and the book falls into her lap]
no subject
[she does know his voice well by now]
Ah-- of course. Come on it. It isn't locked.