[ It's deep. Ardyn had intentions on making sure Lunafreya would not make it out of Altissia alive. He can practically see the length of the blade based on the entry-wound, how it moved on its way out. Noctis swallows thickly as he tries to keep himself steeled for her sake, despite how horrifying the visual is. Lunafreya's skin is so pale and sickly, and it's clear she's lost too much blood. Their gods are nowhere to be found or seen, yet it is a miracle that she is even a live now. ]
[ Noctis quietly busies himself with cleaning the wound as thoroughly as he can, utilizing what little he has left. He's careful, cautious, recalling the treatment he'd witnessed Ignis and Gladio had practiced on their shared injuries. He can at least be thankful that he's had enough experience to know that he can keep her from bleeding out excessively. He merely nods, assuring her with brief words that of course, she'll be fine. She'll be alright. Because Noctis will do everything in his power to make sure. ]
[ Gods, she doesn't even know Regis is here. The call he'll have to make to his father... ]
[ Noctis shakes out of his thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. When she's cleaned, he exhales another breath to will himself into a calm. He turns his attention to her, offering a soft smile as best as he can. Despite the way his eyes burn and his words crack. ]
Almost done. Gonna need you to brace yourself for this part, okay?
[ With a roll of bandage in his hand, he shifts beside her. Noctis begins to slip his arm underneath her back and shoulders. ]
Lifting on three. Get your arm around my shoulders if you can. For balance.
[ The intent is to get her sitting up so he can wrap her wounds. ]
One.
[ He's shaking. She'll be able to tell. Each second passed bears a reminder and question to the fact that she's here. Alive. And he fights with the wonder of whether or not this is another hallucination. Elaborate and broader than the rest. ]
Two...
[ Noctis swallows thickly, arm fully beneath her where his hand gently cups her shoulder. As he blinks, his eyes burn hotter and fill with tears. His voice completely cracks on the last number. ]
Three.
[ He works to get her half-sitting up, propping himself at his knees so she can lean against him while he works. Promptly, he works to start wrapping her abdomen. ]
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[ Noctis quietly busies himself with cleaning the wound as thoroughly as he can, utilizing what little he has left. He's careful, cautious, recalling the treatment he'd witnessed Ignis and Gladio had practiced on their shared injuries. He can at least be thankful that he's had enough experience to know that he can keep her from bleeding out excessively. He merely nods, assuring her with brief words that of course, she'll be fine. She'll be alright. Because Noctis will do everything in his power to make sure. ]
[ Gods, she doesn't even know Regis is here. The call he'll have to make to his father... ]
[ Noctis shakes out of his thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. When she's cleaned, he exhales another breath to will himself into a calm. He turns his attention to her, offering a soft smile as best as he can. Despite the way his eyes burn and his words crack. ]
Almost done. Gonna need you to brace yourself for this part, okay?
[ With a roll of bandage in his hand, he shifts beside her. Noctis begins to slip his arm underneath her back and shoulders. ]
Lifting on three. Get your arm around my shoulders if you can. For balance.
[ The intent is to get her sitting up so he can wrap her wounds. ]
One.
[ He's shaking. She'll be able to tell. Each second passed bears a reminder and question to the fact that she's here. Alive. And he fights with the wonder of whether or not this is another hallucination. Elaborate and broader than the rest. ]
Two...
[ Noctis swallows thickly, arm fully beneath her where his hand gently cups her shoulder. As he blinks, his eyes burn hotter and fill with tears. His voice completely cracks on the last number. ]
Three.
[ He works to get her half-sitting up, propping himself at his knees so she can lean against him while he works. Promptly, he works to start wrapping her abdomen. ]