[prompto stretches his legs, making a small whistled out sound from between his teeth. it's a soft sound, as he accommodates himself again comfortably. just get some rest, says noctis, and prompto, in his sleepy, sick-dazed mind, takes it as permission and a word of authority to simply... rest]
[his eyes close and his shoulders relax, breathing evening out.]
no subject
[his eyes close and his shoulders relax, breathing evening out.]
[he needs the rest]