『Pʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴏ』 ————Prompto gave a short nod to the other. “No need t’thank me, jus’ glad yer okay!” He said, checking over the female for fatal wounds. She clearly couldn’t walk or propel herself to stand by the looks of it. The pinkette needed medical attention, but the closest possibility was at least a mile’s walk and by then who knew what might just happen. He wouldn’t want to risk anything like that.
Upon her mention of potions or magic he suddenly remembered that he did in fact carry a spare vial of the stuff with him. Noctis said with the current threat of a war, it would be safest to carry a Phoenix Down and Cura with him. He quickly slipped a hand into one of his back pockets. Of course he protested when Noctis mentioned carrying a vial of the stuff, it was stupid, but it seemed to come in use right now.
Taking out the vial, he threw it gently, evaporating into the bright sparks before it settled on the female. “It’s not got a lot of juice in it, but it should make ya feel a little better!”
╌╌ The rose haired female sighs, but not out of irritation, instead from relief. Able to look behind her shoulder she takes a brief look at the blond. “Good. I’ll take anything at this point.” With all the pain she was enduring, anything mattered as long as it helped. Another sigh.
A soothing wave washed over her, and he was right- it wasn’t enough to fully restore her heath, it did erase some of the pain though and her limbs weren’t as frail anymore. In a minute she was upright. “You know, I don’t think I ever got your name? Mine’s Serah.” Such an introduction was needed. She really was intent on repaying him after saving her life, doing such an action for another was more than gratitude to her. The girl proceeded to stretch her appendages a little, aware not to damage it further.
Azure hues widened in shock at the befallen female. A short gasp slipped past his thin lips, body frozen for a few moments as he looked at the surrounding situation. A pinkette had fallen to the floor, and a abnormally large fiend - unknown as to what it was — had been attacking the petite female, and a weapon thrown to one side. The fiend looked weak, it would barely take a few bullets to finish him off. Perhaps he gave a forceful blow to the female which managed to finish her off, regardless he’d put an end to it, he wasn’t about to stand by and watch the female die - not if he could help it. Narrowing his hues in determination, the sharp shooter aimed his ‘baby’ directly at the eyes of the fiend, shooting one, then the other, and a few more shots before it fell to the floor; causing the ground to tremble a little. He wasted no time in rushing to the female’s side, kneeling down on the floor to check she was still able to walk, talk, or still alive for that matter. “Hey - ya okay there, ya took quite a fall —”
╌╌ Upon balled fists, she propels her self up to her knees and lets her head fall loosely to the side where her violet blue glanced at the stranger whom finished off the fight. She’d knew if it weren’t for him, she would of been done for. Parted lips breathe in the precious air. “…Thanks for your help.”
His question gave the pink-haired notice of her wound and prods at it lightly, the sudden pain causes her to groan. “I…I don’t know, I can’t tell if a potion or some magic that might cure it, but maybe…”Shakily she prepares to lift herself up, but the injury forces her back down again. It was then she looks back at the blond. “Do you have any potions or able to use magic?”
