[ He's injured and they have little between the two of them to help. Ignis is blind and can only see what his augment tells him, and Noctis— while he surely has enough know how to get by— isn't any kind of medic. If this man is shot and out enough to be dragged through the streets then his prospects are grim.
Ignis turns his eyes on the man, now propped against the wall, and crouches next to him. There is a blossom of heat across his chest, and putting two fingers to his throat makes his unsteady pulse clear. He isn't conscious. Ignis presses his lips together. ]
Did you spot any medics in the crowd?
[ He won't make it to a healer. The closets would have been Luna but her tent has been ransacked and Ignis hasn't been able to get a hold of her. ]
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Ignis turns his eyes on the man, now propped against the wall, and crouches next to him. There is a blossom of heat across his chest, and putting two fingers to his throat makes his unsteady pulse clear. He isn't conscious. Ignis presses his lips together. ]
Did you spot any medics in the crowd?
[ He won't make it to a healer. The closets would have been Luna but her tent has been ransacked and Ignis hasn't been able to get a hold of her. ]