[at least, the many hours out in the wild were an intensive crash course on camping, tracking prey, cooking with minimal resources, and first aid kit. sometimes they didn't have enough potions or gil to spare, so it wasn't unlikely that the older two from their retinue would force them to learn a little bit of hands-on care.]

[...not that this entails a lot of detailed medical procedure, but it's familiar in that sense.]

[prompto sets to work, allowing his nerves to ease off a second as his shaky hands (less by the second) start to work on removing any bit of dirt collected on the inside of the bandage and tape that is no longer sticky.]

Seriously? Thought it was the drugs or whatever I was put under.

[he doesn't know what it means, the fact that noctis can't access his magic. is it bad? for the better? he hums at that.]

You got nothing, then? [he unfurls some of the medical tape and starts fixing up the peeling bandage, setting it nice and sturdy onto his friend's skin.] ...sorry.

[is what he says, instead.]

I'm acting like a jerk. You're-- I'm just kinda messed up still, I guess.

[he recognizes that he flinched away from noctis, pulled away from him. he knows the expression he saw on the other's face. and he feels like shit for it.]