[ Noctis' head is just... Not in the right place. He feels relief in seeing his father and closest friend in the same room. But all the same? This feels like some cruel, torturous dream that he'll wake up from any second now. How he could feel as if he's in a dream and a nightmare all at once is beyond him, and Noctis feels this strangeness in the pit of his belly. He's still out of it, still foggy, but he keeps himself as together as he can for both their sakes. ]
[ He sets the bags down nearby, quick to grab the towels and clean clothes he finds in there. A simple gown that he sees Regis has quickly picked out for her. A relief, considering that Noctis basically had to destroy the one she came in to stop the bleeding. ]
[ Noctis holds the items close, still as Regis addresses Lunafreya. He drops them when she seems to snap out of her unconsciousness in such a violent manner. ]
Luna--
[ She attempts to sit up, at which he promptly places his hands at her shoulders. ]
Don't move. You're not even stitched up yet.
[ There's pain in his voice, worry-ridden and struck with fear. They are not quite out of the woods yet, and it's extremely important that Luna remain still and relaxed. Her attention is upon the King, and he supposes this is... The best way he could have revealed to her that he's alive. Words don't cover it. ]
[ He swallows thickly, standing back to allow his father as much room as necessary. At the mention of her duty, he finds himself smiling. It's pained, bittersweet, but it's there. Noctis unconsciously begins to twist at the Ring of Lucii that remains on his finger. ]
[ Noctis wouldn't have made it out of Altissia alive if it weren't for Lunafreya's sacrifice. But the words he wants to say are stuck in his throat, seemingly working to burn him alive from the inside. Lunafreya was practically bred for her station. A woman so sweet and intelligent, essentially created for the sole purpose of the future king's success. Noctis has argued with himself constantly as to whether or not this is fair. And honestly? It isn't. But he knows it's what was written in their destinies. Much as he despises it. ]
[ For now, he remains silent, staring at his still-bloody hands. ]
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[ He sets the bags down nearby, quick to grab the towels and clean clothes he finds in there. A simple gown that he sees Regis has quickly picked out for her. A relief, considering that Noctis basically had to destroy the one she came in to stop the bleeding. ]
[ Noctis holds the items close, still as Regis addresses Lunafreya. He drops them when she seems to snap out of her unconsciousness in such a violent manner. ]
Luna--
[ She attempts to sit up, at which he promptly places his hands at her shoulders. ]
Don't move. You're not even stitched up yet.
[ There's pain in his voice, worry-ridden and struck with fear. They are not quite out of the woods yet, and it's extremely important that Luna remain still and relaxed. Her attention is upon the King, and he supposes this is... The best way he could have revealed to her that he's alive. Words don't cover it. ]
[ He swallows thickly, standing back to allow his father as much room as necessary. At the mention of her duty, he finds himself smiling. It's pained, bittersweet, but it's there. Noctis unconsciously begins to twist at the Ring of Lucii that remains on his finger. ]
[ Noctis wouldn't have made it out of Altissia alive if it weren't for Lunafreya's sacrifice. But the words he wants to say are stuck in his throat, seemingly working to burn him alive from the inside. Lunafreya was practically bred for her station. A woman so sweet and intelligent, essentially created for the sole purpose of the future king's success. Noctis has argued with himself constantly as to whether or not this is fair. And honestly? It isn't. But he knows it's what was written in their destinies. Much as he despises it. ]
[ For now, he remains silent, staring at his still-bloody hands. ]