[Ignis almost snaps at him for being foolish enough to move while obviously still injured, but the desperate plea and the worry in Gladio's voice stops him. With a sigh, he settles back on the floor, speaking softly more to clear his head than anything else.

He really hopes Noctis didn't feel that. Otherwise, he's likely got one hell of a lecture coming.]

All right, but not for long. You've lost enough blood. I don't want you losing much more. And, we need to keep it clean. I don't want to imagine dealing with an infection here. Do you think it will need stitches?

[Mother hen mode: Engaged.]