[He catches only a glimpse of what looks like bandaging, wrapped around the guy's torso- but between Leo's modesty gesture and Noctis' own, there's no real examination. They move nearly in unison, turning their backs to one another as the conversational gambit is passed from one to the other.
He isn't one to pry, and however strange the sight, this is no exception. The only thing he takes away is that a nosebleed makes way more sense now than it did by blaming a fight. His gaze moves over the walls and with an absence of decor he has nothing to linger on.]
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He isn't one to pry, and however strange the sight, this is no exception. The only thing he takes away is that a nosebleed makes way more sense now than it did by blaming a fight. His gaze moves over the walls and with an absence of decor he has nothing to linger on.]
Don't- worry about it.
-I've got plenty.