[ Lunafreya is grateful for Regis' efforts, and though she makes soft noises of discmofort, she endures the treatment he provides with no complaint. She keeps her eyes off of the area that he works on, keeping her breathing level until he applies the saline to her wound. The pain robs her lungs of air for but an instant as Regis utilizes the solution, and the aftermath leaves pain zinging from the site of her wound. ]

W-While that is... likely... I wouldn't deign to... address you so informally. [ Lunafreya attempts to remain lighthearted in order to diffuse the situation, her eyes falling upon Noctis. She still feels as if she could slip back into unconsciousness at any moment, but the small, sharp pinch of the needle entering her skin alarms her. Lunafreya does her best to remain still, keeping her eyes on Noctis' face in order to retain her focus. She can feel the way Regis pulls the needle and thread through her flesh, and though the sensation is numbed, it's enough to make her vision swim. ]

I... have heard tell of the clinic... M-Many people had... tried to bring me there... before Noctis found me... [ Lunafreya stammers, speaking in order to keep her mind off of the makeshift surgery that the old King provides. It doesn't do much to help.

Despite her best efforts, Lunafreya feels the color drain from her face as a length of thread is pulled through her desensitized flesh, and she gasps. She knows that she is in good hands in spite of Regis' lack of knowledge, but she feels as if she could pass out from the sheer shock of feeling herself literally being sewn back up. ]