[ the antiseptic stings of course, enough to make her skin jump beneath his careful touch, but it is hardly anything worth complaining over. for several long moments she does little more than watch through hooded eyes, taking in the steadiness of his hands, how much care he puts into it, the confidence in his touch - feigned or not. the silence is a comfortable one, and with exhaustion weighing heavily on the both of them it's all very.. comfortable. her aches and frustrations both are soothed by his very presence, by the attentive, deliberate way he works. ]

I know.

[ she says at last in her rusty voice, the hint of a crease appearing between her brows. ]

I only want you to know that it is.. appreciated. I lean on you far more than you deserve.

[ and alisaie is not wont to lean on anyone if she can help it, but these last weeks have made it all but impossible. without his help, and the help of others, she'd be in far worse shape than she is now, which is really saying something, all things considered. that prompto is happy to help - of course he is, he did not need to say it for her to know it, it seems a core facet of his very character. but the last thing she wants to convey is that she takes him for granted. ]

You are an incredible person, you realize. I only want you to know that I am grateful.