[ Lunafreya is ignorant to the depth of the wound, her only indicator of its seriousness being the bursts of pain she feels every time she moves. It's ironic, the way he steels himself for her sake, if only because she's doing the same for him; when she states that she's alright, it's for him. Pain is nothing but something that will slow her down, and she will gladly bear more of it in silence if that's what it takes to support Noctis and his ascension to the throne. Luna doesn't consider this to be an unhealthy mindset simply because it's all she's ever known, and it's because of this that she's happy just to be here, next to him.
Her eyes prickle with heat as agony begins to run its familiar course through her as he works, stabbing at her injury and radiating outwards. Luna clenches her jaw, her fingers struggling to find purchase upon the couch in order to weather the pain, doing her best to keep still so Noctis can do his job. She isn't a fighter like him or his friends, and while she is no stranger to pain, the wound Ardyn had left her burns like nothing else. She suspects that much of this has to do with her communion with Leviathan shortly before its infliction, and the resulting pull of Altissia's tides upon her after Noctis successfully earned the Astral's power. ]
A-Alright, [ She stammers, blinking back tears. It goes without saying that Lunafreya is weak in the face of everything that has happened up to this point, and when he smiles, she scarcely has the energy to reciprocate. She can see the pain in his face, and it makes her breath catch in her throat. Still, she drapes her arm around his shoulders as she's bade, wincing as she shifts closer to him. Her fingers curl to grip his shirt as best they can as he begins his countdown, and she uses the opportunity to hold him in her own way, wanting to ease his frayed nerves. He quivers against her and it cuts her deeper than the wound in her gut.
"One."
Lunafreya turns her head, nudging his jawbone with her nose. The comfort she seeks is for him, not herself.
"Two."
She doesn't bother waiting for "three" before she starts to shift, the soft cry that escapes her lips coinciding with the final number that leaves his. Lunafreya's vision goes white as she slumps against him, weakly attempting to prop herself up with the hand not around his shoulders. It threatens to give way beneath her weight as he deftly wraps the bandage about her torso, working quickly. ]
I had... no doubts, [ Lunafreya says thickly, swallowing hard at the lump in her throat. The worst is over, or so she thinks. Her vision is hazy and she feels herself slipping again, the darkness that threatens to overwhelm her almost welcoming in its oblivion. She sees the glimmer of tears in Noctis' eyes, however, and she gently nudges him as best she can. ] You have done well, Noctis... There is no need for tears. I am... here.
[ Every breath hurts, but Lunafreya gently strokes her thumb against the side of his neck, too weak to move it further. ] You, also... I suppose your wish has been granted. [ She laughs hoarsely, wan as she recalls the words he'd spoken to her before she'd been swallowed by the tide.
Luna expels a breath as she leans against him, eyelids fluttering. ]
no subject
Her eyes prickle with heat as agony begins to run its familiar course through her as he works, stabbing at her injury and radiating outwards. Luna clenches her jaw, her fingers struggling to find purchase upon the couch in order to weather the pain, doing her best to keep still so Noctis can do his job. She isn't a fighter like him or his friends, and while she is no stranger to pain, the wound Ardyn had left her burns like nothing else. She suspects that much of this has to do with her communion with Leviathan shortly before its infliction, and the resulting pull of Altissia's tides upon her after Noctis successfully earned the Astral's power. ]
A-Alright, [ She stammers, blinking back tears. It goes without saying that Lunafreya is weak in the face of everything that has happened up to this point, and when he smiles, she scarcely has the energy to reciprocate. She can see the pain in his face, and it makes her breath catch in her throat. Still, she drapes her arm around his shoulders as she's bade, wincing as she shifts closer to him. Her fingers curl to grip his shirt as best they can as he begins his countdown, and she uses the opportunity to hold him in her own way, wanting to ease his frayed nerves. He quivers against her and it cuts her deeper than the wound in her gut.
"One."
Lunafreya turns her head, nudging his jawbone with her nose. The comfort she seeks is for him, not herself.
"Two."
She doesn't bother waiting for "three" before she starts to shift, the soft cry that escapes her lips coinciding with the final number that leaves his. Lunafreya's vision goes white as she slumps against him, weakly attempting to prop herself up with the hand not around his shoulders. It threatens to give way beneath her weight as he deftly wraps the bandage about her torso, working quickly. ]
I had... no doubts, [ Lunafreya says thickly, swallowing hard at the lump in her throat. The worst is over, or so she thinks. Her vision is hazy and she feels herself slipping again, the darkness that threatens to overwhelm her almost welcoming in its oblivion. She sees the glimmer of tears in Noctis' eyes, however, and she gently nudges him as best she can. ] You have done well, Noctis... There is no need for tears. I am... here.
[ Every breath hurts, but Lunafreya gently strokes her thumb against the side of his neck, too weak to move it further. ] You, also... I suppose your wish has been granted. [ She laughs hoarsely, wan as she recalls the words he'd spoken to her before she'd been swallowed by the tide.
Luna expels a breath as she leans against him, eyelids fluttering. ]
You have saved me. In that... I am happy.