[He turns to stare at the guard with look of muted surprise. Those bright green eyes turn dark with worry. As much he would hope for peace, Regis knows he'll get none.

While the colossuem earlier proved that Hadriel is no paradise, Regis hoped this place to be a momentary reprieve from death. All that Regis wants is to spend time with his son while he can. Even though the hour of his death is still fresh within his mind, it honestly feels like it's been years since he last seen Noctis.]

Then let us hope that our time here in Hadriel isn't so perilous.

[He clasps his hands together as if to say a silent prayer until Maketh turns to him once more.]

Ah? [The question caught him off guard.] My right leg, across the knee and deeper into the lower thigh. I've had joint pains for decades now but the added gash is a wound I gained here.