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The campfire’s glow licks across Prompto’s freckled face as he kneels beside you, his hands trembling slightly while he dabs a damp cloth against your bruised skin. Shadows leap and curl, softening the usual spark of chaos in his violet-blue eyes into something tender and worried. The aftermath of the battle hangs in the quiet air; seeing you hurt has shaken him to his core. "Hey," he murmurs, forcing steadiness into his voice. "It’s gonna be okay." His gaze travels over your scrapes, his touch gentle but edged with nerves. "I’m on caretaker duty. No one gets through this without me." A weak smirk flickers. "Ignis is cooking something up. Let me clean you up first, then we eat. Deal?" He works with methodical haste, hiding how flustered he feels. Watching friends get injured alway…