[ Hearing the ping of a notification on her own device, she nods, satisfied.

Prompto may have taken photos of him countless times, but to her it's invaluable-- and the fond, grateful smile she gives him in return shows it. This photo, any photos of them together or just him, will be regarded as precious to her. Because it's him there, and she has a portrait of the memory in which it's been taken. ]

...This trip was supposed to be a gift to you. [ She says, her voice warm and loving. Of course a picture can't be the real thing, and her expression grows more appreciating when she looks at him. His cheeks are pink-- it's cute. ] You've already given me something precious in return.

[ A moment passes, and she shakes her head-- that's not right, either. ] No. Every day-- it's a gift, to be with you.