[Unfortunately, Noctis is, in fact, still conscious, despite all attempts to be otherwise. Laying face down in the soft cradle of their mattress didn't seem to do anything to actually alleviate the ache that healing had done nothing to touch. He's aware that Ignis is the very definition of 'not pleased', but at the moment he's honestly in too much pain to really care.
Briefly, he lifts his head just enough to see just who's decided to disturb him his not-rest, before letting it fall back down onto the pillow with a groan.]
Awful. [One bright eye is visible under the fall of stark black hair, the other hidden by the pillow his face is smashed down into. It's wide and glassy with the pain, and there's something almost pleading in it.] Come to yell at me for my recklessness?
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Briefly, he lifts his head just enough to see just who's decided to disturb him his not-rest, before letting it fall back down onto the pillow with a groan.]
Awful. [One bright eye is visible under the fall of stark black hair, the other hidden by the pillow his face is smashed down into. It's wide and glassy with the pain, and there's something almost pleading in it.] Come to yell at me for my recklessness?