[Ardyn is barely paying attention to Prompto's expression as the young man explains exactly what had happened. Instead, he's looking at those bruises, those scratches, the way the scarlet mark on his arm contrasts brightly with pale skin. The way that his hair seems... singed, even, from something that couldn't have possibly been from an unfortunate example of a hit-and-run; from something that couldn't possibly have been from an experiment conducted safely, as promised.

The professor is frowning, disapproval eking into his tone. Concern is the most prevalent, however, which easily surges to the forefront, drowning out the rest of his thoughts.]

I know it was beyond your control, but you really need to be more careful, Prompto. [Ardyn extends a hand, as if expecting Prompto to offer his so he can heal the boy. It comes without a second thought -- the need to comfort and to heal, the empathy that he extends towards others, even to his own detriment.]

This is happening with far too much frequency for me not to be concerned about the state of your well-being.