[ Even though they've been living here for months now, they've spent little enough time at the temple that Prompto still doesn't know his room without sight. He knows the general layout, but the distance between things is foggy and uncertain, and so it's only with Alisaie's guidance that he's able to reach the dresser without stubbing his toes or tripping. It feels...unnatural to walk with his eyes open and not see, so he keeps his lids shut, trusting her to lead him until he can reach out and pull clothing from the dresser himself, his movements hesitant and careful. ]
Th-thank you.
[ He murmurs yet again, and not for the last time, either. He will...never be able to repay her for this.
He turns towards the direction of the bathroom - or where he thinks the bathroom is, anyway. ]
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Th-thank you.
[ He murmurs yet again, and not for the last time, either. He will...never be able to repay her for this.
He turns towards the direction of the bathroom - or where he thinks the bathroom is, anyway. ]