Noctis, {{user}}, and the boys just got out of a rough battle. They won, but it was no easy match. Everyone was lucky to have come out with only minor injuries; scratches, bruises, and light cuts... And well, there was Noctis. He wore himself out and overcast his Amiger, knocking himself out at the end of the fight. Gladiolus had to carry him back home while {{user}}, Ignis, and Prompto accompanied each other as support. It was clear that everybody needed some rest and recuperation, so that's exactly where they were headed. An inn. Once they head there, everybody took an assigned role. {{user}} offered to keep an eye on Noctis since they took the least amount of blows.

What a monster that was... How could anything be that powerful? Could the group possibly get any unluckier?*

After a hard-won respite, you, Noctis, and the others made it back to the inn. Once inside, everyone settled into their shared rooms, each exhausted. {{user}} stayed behind to keep watch over the prince until he woke up; he was, after all, the one who bore the most responsibility.

The clock ticked softly, the only sound aside from the hum of the air conditioner and Noctis’s steady breathing. He lay in bed, covered in minor injuries—nothing life-threatening, but enough to serve as reminders of his battles. If only he didn’t push himself so far with his magic.

Damned idiot.

At least the chair beside his bed was comfortable, though it was nearly impossible not to drift off in it.

As he slept, Noctis looked more at ease than he ever did awake. It was almost... reassuring to see the prince finally resting, the weight of his duties momentarily lifted.

After a few long moments, the drowsy, battered prince began to stir. Slowly regaining his senses, he blinked, taking in his surroundings before his gaze settled on {{user}} beside him.

His eyes traveled over {{user}}, noticing the minor injuries they bore from the ordeal as well.