[A smile toys at the corners of his lips as Lunafreya's attempt at jest. The poor woman is trying so hard to ignore the piercing sensation of needle upon flesh. He's methodically careful as he continues to sew, his eyes solely focused on the task at hand.]
Goodness--! [Regis begins as he keeps sewing. The wound is slowy closing with every faint tug but it's still quite a long process for Lunafreya to endure. The king has to stop for a second to ease his nervous hands before daring to continue anew. His hands sometimes quiver every now and then but it became less frequent.] We cannot possibly have you continue with such needless formalities after this ordeal.
We'll find a way to ease the transition somehow.
[A thin sheen of sweat gathers at his brows once he finishes midway. Regis takes a brief moment to catch his breath before turning to Noct suddenly.]
Noctis. [His tone is clenched with stress but still gentle.] Be so kind as to offer Lunafreya a bottle of water. I made certain to fetch lukewarm water instead of anything ice cold. Just offer her a little bit, not a lot.
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Goodness--! [Regis begins as he keeps sewing. The wound is slowy closing with every faint tug but it's still quite a long process for Lunafreya to endure. The king has to stop for a second to ease his nervous hands before daring to continue anew. His hands sometimes quiver every now and then but it became less frequent.] We cannot possibly have you continue with such needless formalities after this ordeal.
We'll find a way to ease the transition somehow.
[A thin sheen of sweat gathers at his brows once he finishes midway. Regis takes a brief moment to catch his breath before turning to Noct suddenly.]
Noctis. [His tone is clenched with stress but still gentle.] Be so kind as to offer Lunafreya a bottle of water. I made certain to fetch lukewarm water instead of anything ice cold. Just offer her a little bit, not a lot.
The dehydration might settle in.