Noctis purses his lips, glancing over at the nightstand. It doesn't take much, even in his still-sleepy and pained state to tell there are two glasses of what was likely either water or ginger ale. Knowing his magic lessons though, it's probably the latter.

"Hm..." Noctis scoots closer to said nightstand, carefully, so he'd be able to reach the two glasses without threat of spilling them in the process. Trying to ignore how the movement hurts and focus more on one particular lesson that's been drilled into him from the first day his dad started teaching him elemancy. If it had just been because his dad told him to, he likely wouldn't have in this state, but he genuinely wishes to help speed up the natural healing process.

So, he takes one of the cups, and lets his free hand hover over the liquid within. It glows, briefly, and he sighs with relief when it does. Good. He- can still do this, after all.

"I will, but... Here," he holds out the cup to Gladio for him to take. He'll bless the other one for himself after Gladio takes his.