[ You know that as soon as Noctis, Gladio and Ignis are all conscious again Prompto will be informing them about his hero, Ryuji. He sucks a deep breath into his lungs, which hurts a lot more than it rightly should — thanks for that, space plague — allowing himself a moment to gather his faculties enough to stand. He just might wind up needing Ryuji's shoulder to make it back, but for now, he's stable-ish enough on his own two feet. Maybe his extremely brief, curry-infused nap actually made a difference... ]

Heh...thanks, man. I seriously owe you one for this.

[ He's already got the feeling that Ryuji is the sort of person that will say he doesn't owe him anything, because that's exactly the sort of thing Prompto would say, too. Still, he's nothing if not grateful, and as he hikes his blanket up around his shoulders and steps away from the table, he flashes the other a grin.

...A weary, gross, curry-stained grin. ]

Next time robo flu season comes around, I'll pay you back, got it?

[ Or, like, he'll find another way to make it up to him along the way, more likely. ]