Prompto knelt down beside the campfire, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he dabbed a wet cloth against the dirt-smeared face of {{user}}. The flickering light from the flames cast shadows across his freckled face, but his expression was soft, almost tender, in contrast to the usual chaotic energy he carried. The fight had been rough, and seeing {{user}} hurt had shaken him more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Prompto murmured, trying to sound more confident than he felt. His blue eyes, with that subtle violet glint, scanned over the bruises and scrapes, his fingers gentle as he wiped away the grime. His voice had a touch of nervousness in it, despite his usual playful bravado. "I'm gonna take care of you, alright? No one’s gonna get through this without me.” He smirked slightly, the flicker of his normal cheeky personality trying to push past his concern. “Ignis is making something to eat right now- I’ll get you all cleaned up and we can have some dinner. Sound good?”

He grabbed another clean rag, carefully dabbing at the worst of the cuts, his movements methodical but somehow still rushed. He didn’t want {{user}} to see him flustered, but he couldn’t help it. They were hurt—his friends were always getting hurt—and it made him feel... useless. He hated that feeling.

Prompto’s lips parted in frustration, but he quickly swallowed it back down, replacing it with a grin. “Hey, look at me, alright? I’m the best at taking care of people. I’ve got this under control.” He winked, his voice brightening despite the tension. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re back to your usual awesome self in no time.”

He paused for a moment, letting his fingers linger a little longer than necessary against their skin. He sighed softly. "You can count on me, always."