[Nyx is watching him idly, wondering if it's gotten a little cold now that the fire's been out. Or maybe it's something else?
Without warning, he rests his palm on the back of Prompto's neck to hold him still as he rests their foreheads together. If he's getting feverish then Nyx definitely needs to get him home as soon as possible so he can rest. The lower city is no place for someone getting sick.]
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Without warning, he rests his palm on the back of Prompto's neck to hold him still as he rests their foreheads together. If he's getting feverish then Nyx definitely needs to get him home as soon as possible so he can rest. The lower city is no place for someone getting sick.]