It's rare, especially in a situation known to be dangerous, for Noctis to be alone. It's only the fact that he is the first one of them that has been able to manage the transformation to full dragon and back to his normal form that convinced the others he could stand watch over this particularly problematic hunk of wreckage while they looked for someone .... larger. Sure he might have the strength to move it in dragon form, maybe- he's... well he's not very big- but with the way his wings are structured he couldn't lift it and fly it off out of the way of the path.

Nevermind that it's probably not a good idea to leave it just... wherever for those little brain things to hide out in it.

Noct is, for the moment, pacing lazy circles around the panel (maybe it was a door once?) only his lower legs and feet transformed so he can use the broad spread of paws to stay atop the snow. Convenient, really, that the pants of his go to outfit are so short.

The slow pace of those paws comes up short the moment he sees Ardyn, immediately tense and shifting his stance to brace for a possible attack. Especially after the last time the asshole had torn open his side. That he comes up and just.... offers to help only has Noctis bristling even more. "What the hells are you playing at?"