[ Somnus hears him approach before speaks, and by the time Noctis makes his comment, Somnus has already straightened and turned partway to acknowledge him. ]

Hail, O Chosen. [ A pause. Then, perhaps recalling their previous conversation, he corrects: ] …Noctis.

[ The last they had spoken was when nightmare energy had manifested terrible creatures resembling the late Oracle, her bother, and the Father. At least now Noctis knows the creatures that can manifest in this realm, now that he has been here for two months. ]

Perhaps not, but the mechanism in which it “grants” wishes seems to indicate a closer connection to one’s homerealm. [ A shimmer of magic dances at his fingertips, and he calls a bauble into his hand. ] With this as the catalyst.