"You try to touch him again, you'll pay for it," Gladio snarls up at the intercom, an honest to the Six snarl. If he's even noticed Prompto's death grip, he gives no sign, but despite everything he feels, that Prompto shouldn't be up and moving yet, he won't leave the blond alone and they can't stay here. He whispers a harsh curse before he makes a fast choice. "We need to find Noct and Iggy, and I need to cut that bastard into a thousand pieces."

But Prompto's in barely any kind of shape, even after the potion. At least the worst around his eye and the ragged flesh of his wrists are handled, but anything past that, he has no idea. He shifts his body, putting his back to Prompto, and he gestured with his chin. "Arms around my neck." Oh yes, he would piggy-back Prompto because it would let them move quick and keep Prompto damn well at his side, out of Ardyn's hands. Long as Prompto could hang on, he could even potentially have his hands free in combat and the kid barely weighed anything for him to worry about.

He needs to find his charge, needs to bring Prompto to him so Noct stops being so singularly minded, needs to know Noct and Ignis are okay.

None of them are, but... alive.