"Okay just... gimme a call if you need anything?" He bites his lip hard, but just stands there for a moment to watch Ignis get to the bathroom at least, ready to leap over incase he trips.

Not that there's anything in the way, he's made sure there's nothing littering the floor, moved any stray furniture to sit out of the way along the walls. As much as he worries about Ignis' eyesight, it's that wound thats been bothering him. The older man tries to hide it, but Prompto is astute enough to tell that it hurts. Probably more than he'll ever admit to.