Noctis stayed quite figuring if he said something that would confirm his forced volunteering. He shifted a bit when Persimmon patted his shoulder. He was use to being picked on, so Persimmons 'pestering' as Noctis would put nicely, didn't bother him. He was like the Atlas soldiers, no matter how much you poke and annoy, they would never move. Makes sense since Noct was born in Atlas, it's only fitting that he behave somewhat like them- minus being from a wealthy family.
Noctis stepped away from Argent even though he really didn't want to. His left hand drew his copper pink handgun, switching out the gravity clip with his ice one. He hissed feeling his burn mark brush up against Divine, healing it would take to long. He'd deal with it for now. Even though he wanted to stay back, he knew letting Sherwood go alone was a bad idea. The male followed behind the archer with his gun ready just incase anything did manage to attack them. He looked back at the two who stayed back in the sea of trees. Looks like they weren't moving anytime soon.
"Right behind you," Noctis says calmly, knowing if he startled Sherwood he'd have to pull an arrow out of his arm or worst.
He shivered at the thought of actually going to the nurse's office.