It's Id's turn to shoot Noctis — Noct, right — a quizzical glance. The epithets applied to the names are unfamiliar, but he recognizes the name of two primal beasts when he hears them. Leviathan and Titan may not reside in Zegagrande, but the Grandcypher's crew had firsthand familiarity with both.

"So you've fought primals too," Id concludes, turning his focus back to the path ahead. The small difference in the rhythm of Noctis' steps does catch his attention, but it doesn't seem to be impeding the guy for now, so he doesn't speak of it. Injuries could be a tender subject, he understands. "That makes things simpler."

Having a sharpened weapon would make it even more simple, but Noctis can apparently pull weapons out of nowhere. So long as one of them has the means, they can see the task done. If he can still access dragonform, Id can be his own weapon. He just doesn't like to bank on "if".