[Oh.

The guilt grows and latches on. It twitches across his face before he schools his expression. He hadn't known, but that was no excuse. He should have made sure. Hell, he could have just kicked that guy's ass and then this wouldn't have been an issue at all. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd gotten into brawls in these places.

The Glaive didn't have problems like that, so he's not entirely sure how to handle it. He defaults to coaching through the strains of using too much magic, hoping that somewhere it might be similar enough to help.]

Look at me.

[It's soft, but direct this time. Meant to catch and hopefully keep Prompto's focus. He spreads his fingers and very deliberately deepens his own breathing.]

Watch me. Take deep breaths.

[He exaggerates the movement of his chest, inhaling slowly and breathing out in order for Prompto to try and match it, never breaking eye contact.]

It's okay.

It's sturdy. There'll be light, and I'm going to be right by your side. The Glaive and I have been through here a lot. I will personally guarantee your safety. I promise you.

[Deep, steady breaths.]