"Shhhh" He murmurs softly into those dark locks, kissing Noct's temple, rubbing a hand up and down his arm. For a good while he simply lets them sit like that, curled into each other, fingers still combing gently through Noct's hair. Letting the potion take full effect before he finally speaks, words muffled into his hair a little.

"You okay, princeling?" Nyx has asked after his well-being enough times to know that right now, especially with this level of gentleness and care..... may well be the first time he's been genuinely scared for him.