Anyone with half a brain would be scared of Ignis. Sure, Gladiolus was built like a freaking behemoth - which in itself was terrifying enough. But Ignis? He was a whole new level of scary. He looked like he would incredibly good at interrogations - the kind of interrogations where nails are ripped out of nailbeds and eyes are wired open. And that he would be very good at making a 'problem disappear'. Prompto truly hoped he wasn't the 'problem' in this situation.

That said, when Ignis departed with the laundry Prompto opened his mouth to ask if they should go help him. Only to be ushed inside by Noctis. He figured a request from Noct outranked one from Ignis. But then, Ignis did seem to be able to firmly put his foot down when it came to Noctis. So, maybe Ignis was the one in charge?

It was all very complicated.

Prompto followed Noctis into the caravan. There wasn't a whole lot of room, and not much of a choice when it came to beds. Still, he took the one furthest away from Noctis. He didn't think Noctis' retainers would take too kindly to a possible enemy/spy/assassin bunking with the prince.

"Sure, Noct. Whatever you need me to do. Hey, Noct? I'm glad your dad's doing okay." 'Stable' was a lot better than 'dead', after all. Still, they would all feel a lot better once he regained consciousness.

The bunk wasn't the comfiest. But neither was it the most uncomfortable place Prompto had slept, either. Honestly, he was just grateful to have a bed. There had been nothing stopping Noctis from pushing him off the back of the truck and leaving him for dead.

"Hey, Noct?" He said again, voice soft, weariness and exhaustion creeping in at the edges. "G'night."