Had he ever been on a horse? Or a chocobo? Cloud didn't think so. He also didn't think that Prompto would start panicking. Andrew really liked to fret about stuff.

Cloud stood up and dusted himself off. As well as he could, anyway. His clothes were in ribbons and caked in dried blood. "Thanks, but I know the way back." He tipped his head in the direction of the ladder, one he'd descended four times already.