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Losing control of the faculties and operations so basic that one tends to shift them to reflex and subconscious thought might make one unsettled, and understandably so.
At least for a brief period.
Noctis felt the same.
He tried flailing and struggling, all in vain for a good few seconds, like someone who didn't know how to swim trying to fish themselves out of water they had unknowingly fallen into.
But as stated, it lasted all but a couple seconds as a soft pair of hands picked him up with ease and restricted him in a soft hold.
Not because he adapted that quickly.
No, it was the very instinct that decided when one should fight or flee.
His instinct lulled him into feeling like he had entered a haven made known to him since before he could form a coherent thought.
Feeling the warmth coursing through his heart, Noctis gave up thought and focused on enjoying the essence of it, while simultaneously enjoying the divine music entering his ears.
