[ There is relief, but it's just barely palpable in the face of how this could end. Lunafreya is absolutely weak, the color from her face gone. And it's clear that she's close to the brink of an end that she hardly deserves to go through a second time. And far be it for Noctis to allow himself to see her die again. It won't happen. Not on his watch. ]
[ Second chance... Just like with his father, this is a second chance. ]
[ He'll ask questions later, make assumptions later. Noctis knows the task at hand, and while he isn't confident in his skills? His father made it out alive after the prince tended to his wounds. Granted, these are far deeper, far graver. Noctis exhales deeply, willing himself to relax at her words. Trust. Cooperation. Good. ]
[ There is a clear look of pain across his face when she tries and fails to wipe the blood from his face. Even on the brink of a second demise, she fusses over her future king. Dedicated to her calling until her last breath, just as before. It's painful to face, but he tries a reassuring smile for her. ]
Okay.
[ Another sigh. Noctis cups her cheeks and presses his forehead against her own briefly. He closes his eyes, takes but a half a second to take in the fact that she is solid and real. Lunafreya's breath, shallow and weak as it is, manages to steel his resolve. ]
Okay.
[ He says it again, nodding as he pulls back. Noctis settles before the center of the couch, where his bunched-up coat covers the nasty destruction beneath it. Carefully, he pulls it off. It's dripping with blood, soaked completely in it, and Noctis quickly tosses it aside. There's a painful look on his face, a sharp inhale to try and keep his resolve at the face of the nasty, grisly wound that appears gaping at her midsection. Shit. ]
[ The fabric of her gown covers pieces of it, soaked in her blood and stuck to the flesh. Noctis hesitates before grasping the ends, looking to Luna's face once more. ]
Sorry.
[ He looks back to the cut, quickly tearing the fabric covering her belly to give himself room. Noctis takes the wet rag, gently applying it to the wound, working to clean it as thoroughly as he can. Thankfully, it appears the bleeding has started to slow down, clotting as intended. Noctis is sick to his stomach, cold to the touch, and he's surprised he hasn't outright lost consciousness to this. ]
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[ Second chance... Just like with his father, this is a second chance. ]
[ He'll ask questions later, make assumptions later. Noctis knows the task at hand, and while he isn't confident in his skills? His father made it out alive after the prince tended to his wounds. Granted, these are far deeper, far graver. Noctis exhales deeply, willing himself to relax at her words. Trust. Cooperation. Good. ]
[ There is a clear look of pain across his face when she tries and fails to wipe the blood from his face. Even on the brink of a second demise, she fusses over her future king. Dedicated to her calling until her last breath, just as before. It's painful to face, but he tries a reassuring smile for her. ]
Okay.
[ Another sigh. Noctis cups her cheeks and presses his forehead against her own briefly. He closes his eyes, takes but a half a second to take in the fact that she is solid and real. Lunafreya's breath, shallow and weak as it is, manages to steel his resolve. ]
Okay.
[ He says it again, nodding as he pulls back. Noctis settles before the center of the couch, where his bunched-up coat covers the nasty destruction beneath it. Carefully, he pulls it off. It's dripping with blood, soaked completely in it, and Noctis quickly tosses it aside. There's a painful look on his face, a sharp inhale to try and keep his resolve at the face of the nasty, grisly wound that appears gaping at her midsection. Shit. ]
[ The fabric of her gown covers pieces of it, soaked in her blood and stuck to the flesh. Noctis hesitates before grasping the ends, looking to Luna's face once more. ]
Sorry.
[ He looks back to the cut, quickly tearing the fabric covering her belly to give himself room. Noctis takes the wet rag, gently applying it to the wound, working to clean it as thoroughly as he can. Thankfully, it appears the bleeding has started to slow down, clotting as intended. Noctis is sick to his stomach, cold to the touch, and he's surprised he hasn't outright lost consciousness to this. ]