Y'know? Rope marks are fairly tame considering some of the messes this place gets up to. It's the fact that those marks are also on Noctis' neck that has him tensing, worried and abruptly moving with more urgency than he had been. The surge of casual playfulness that comes with the clover is... startling. He frowns, steps back, away from the soft clover into plain grass, worry growing sharp once more.

"Fucking plants." Snarled under his breath. He bites his own lip, hard enough to let the pain keep him focused and grounded as he crosses quickly to where Noctis rests. Instead of attempting to wake him Nyx simply scoops him up into his arms and tries to get back to the safety of the grass. If Noct wakes up, fine, if not? Well it hardly matters as long as they're out of the influence of the clover.