[ This isn't the first time that Noctis has witnessed a stitching procedure. And in fact, he's had to deal with a few himself. He's been in Lunafreya's position, but for much milder cuts and gashes. Not a stab-wound in the godsdamned abdomen. It's sickening to watch, both in terms of who is receiving the treatment and how grave the wound is. While he is silent in watching, he catches the gaze that Lunafreya seeks to place upon him. ]
[ Noctis takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm for her sake. He wouldn't dare break Regis' concentration, and decides to take a few careful steps forward. He crouches beside his father, giving enough distance and space for him to work. ]
You're doing great.
[ He speaks softly, encouraging her as best as he can despite how obvious it is that she's on the verge of losing consciousness again. Noctis sits near where her head rests, where he delicately places his hand upon her shoulder. ]
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[ Noctis takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm for her sake. He wouldn't dare break Regis' concentration, and decides to take a few careful steps forward. He crouches beside his father, giving enough distance and space for him to work. ]
You're doing great.
[ He speaks softly, encouraging her as best as he can despite how obvious it is that she's on the verge of losing consciousness again. Noctis sits near where her head rests, where he delicately places his hand upon her shoulder. ]