[There's a soft pang of disappointment when the touch doesn't connect, the anticipation of it dissipating slowly into nothing. He had cleaned it, along with the ones upon his hand and inner wrist where he had made to lift himself over before Prompto had managed to stop him.

But there was no arguing with Ignis. And honestly, without potions and their recovery only partially working, he really didn't feel like dealing with infected wounds either.]

There was this fence we came across while we were out exploring. I tried climbing over it but Prom stopped me. It had these signs. Warnings, I guess. We tried to take some pictures of it for you.