[Yeah, of course Gladio doesn't care all that much about what happened in Struxta - it was long enough ago, and his rule of staying out of trouble was mostly heeded and yet he still turned out like this. His expression quiets out, dampens, because when he is actually asked about how to fix this sickness, Noct doesn't have an answer. Drifting his hand away, letting go because there's no reason to hang on like that - he knows where he is now - Noctis fixes his blanket again instead as a way to try and shift this tension around.]

It's... I don't know. I want to say it's getting better, the sickness part is finally going away. [He doesn't know if his sight will return, it doesn't entirely feel like it has changed much but - at least he isn't seeing things in his head anymore. Another part of how much Noct doesn't want to explain what has happened to him, but now that he is just standing here, he tries to shift it again instead of simply answer.]

Are you feeling alright? I think we've all been passing it to each other and crap, so even some of the people who just arrived have been getting the sniffles.