[Regis could scarcely believe his eyes once he opens the door to the apartment. There she lies, the Oracle in all of her beautiful radiance marred with blood from her severe injury. It took everything within him not to weep for the sleeping princess as he briskly approaches the couch with the medical supplies and water in tow.

He settles the bags down upon the side of the couch before continuing where Noctis left off. The king kneels before Lunafreya as reaches out to caress her cheek with gentle hands, the hands of a father.]

Lunafreya? [He calls her name quietly with great care as he checks her pulse. She's weak, very weak but still there. Regis can't really tell if she's with fever or not but so far she seems well.]

Do not be alarmed, dear child. You're in good hands.

[The king soothingly brushes her long golden bangs aside briefly before turning towards the medical supplies he all but stolen. First thing's first, he needs to clean off her blood. That's why he pries out the filtered water and a clean white cloth. He dabs the washcloth with some of the lukewarm water before telling Noct to fetch a few towels from the other bag.]

We're going to need to keep her warm. The lack of blood might make her go into shock.