[Prompto draws in a pained breath and flinches away from the touch. And also from Guren, generally. He's old enough to have a healthy wariness of strangers, and it shows as, gingerly, he sits himself up, watching Guren with care.]
I... it's nothing. I'm fine.
[It is most definitely not nothing, as he holds his arm to cover some of the bruising.]
no subject
I... it's nothing. I'm fine.
[It is most definitely not nothing, as he holds his arm to cover some of the bruising.]
The, uh, local flora's pretty feisty, is all.
[The trees have so little to do with this.]