Prompto wishes he could better understand the Misdreavus, but he's just getting used to these creatures Pokemon. It seems to be at least a bit contrite, so the blond will take that as a small victory in human-Pokemon relations.

He turns his head at the sound of a body stirring and begins to smile, ready to greet the stranger, when the dark-haired boy practically skins his butt trying to get away from the Misdreavus that only wants to say hi.

Prompto can see the panic in the stranger's eyes, hear it in his voice, and see it in the way he tries to both flee and curl in on himself as if he's trying to ... protect himself from something. Taking a deep breath, Prompto tries to look as non-threatening as possible while slowly moving towards the frightened boy.

"H-hey there. I'm Prompto and I, uh, found you passed out over there with your Pokemon trying to wake you up. Did you just get here too?"

He's hoping his voice is gentle enough. Everyone handles their panic attacks differently, and Prompto really doesn't know how to help this guy but he'll try his best. Well, aside from maybe having the Misdreavus back up a bit.

"Uh, M-Misdreavus? Maybe you should come over here until he's a little calmer? You can chat with my Eevee, who I still really have to name soon..." His voice trails off at the end as he mumbles about giving his Eevee a name.

Pulling out some of the trail mix from his bag, Prompto offers a handful to the still-frightened stranger.

"Here. It's pretty good, and I don't really know when you last ate. P-plus food usually helps me feel better so maybe it'll help you?"