[What!! He pockets his own phone, moving after that to finally lie down. He's already nudging himself a little closer to Noct, propped up on his arms to try and keep talking to him.]

Words like that don't inspire comfort at all, you know. That long pause between answers... Should I actually be worried? If I don't wake up in time...

[He's going to die in this tent, he thinks. He's not prepared.]