"Gee, thanks." The dry sarcasm doesn't have it's usual bite, but there it is as he pours some of the cool liquid across Prompto's wrist, letting it start to soak in before he even dares to touch. "Just breathe through it. Stick with me, even if you gotta hit me."
The bubbles fizz and pop against the raw muscle and rawer skin, swiftly beginning their work. He isn't sure he trusts this stuff the Niffs use, but there's not a lot of choice. This... fake-magic they use, to create things like this, to power their stuff. He doesn't trust any of it, but it's better than leaving Prompto in pain right now.
He wants to know what happened. He wants to know what sins Ardyn has to pay for on top of everything else the man's done so far. He doesn't dare ask Prompto because he has the sliver of an idea of what might have happened and every man has the right to his privacy. ...Still...
"Gonna get you healed up as much as we can... let you rest. I'll keep watch. Noct's going crazy looking for you; he's gotta come through here if I did. He and Iggy can't be that far, because I know they followed at least some of the same path." He takes a breath, looking up to Prompto's face. Somehow, the younger man looks even younger, so damn pale, a crimson spread of hurt across his cheeks. There's a deeper urge to want to protect that rolling in his chest, that wants to keep him safe even though he already failed. Is failing Noct, now.
He knows Noct wouldn't forgive him if he didn't make sure Prompto lived long enough for them to meet, even if the soldier in him says to leave Prompto here, relatively safe, and find his prince.
Oh Prompto, babu...
The bubbles fizz and pop against the raw muscle and rawer skin, swiftly beginning their work. He isn't sure he trusts this stuff the Niffs use, but there's not a lot of choice. This... fake-magic they use, to create things like this, to power their stuff. He doesn't trust any of it, but it's better than leaving Prompto in pain right now.
He wants to know what happened. He wants to know what sins Ardyn has to pay for on top of everything else the man's done so far. He doesn't dare ask Prompto because he has the sliver of an idea of what might have happened and every man has the right to his privacy. ...Still...
"Gonna get you healed up as much as we can... let you rest. I'll keep watch. Noct's going crazy looking for you; he's gotta come through here if I did. He and Iggy can't be that far, because I know they followed at least some of the same path." He takes a breath, looking up to Prompto's face. Somehow, the younger man looks even younger, so damn pale, a crimson spread of hurt across his cheeks. There's a deeper urge to want to protect that rolling in his chest, that wants to keep him safe even though he already failed. Is failing Noct, now.
He knows Noct wouldn't forgive him if he didn't make sure Prompto lived long enough for them to meet, even if the soldier in him says to leave Prompto here, relatively safe, and find his prince.