[Noctis answers and Ignis thought he would feel sadness, or despair upon hearing his voice. But all he feels is relief. Noctis is alive. Noctis is still alive, still with them. And Ignis still feels strongly for him. He refuses the urge to reach up to his scars, somehow he feels like Noctis is looking at them, and Ignis doesn't want him to.]
The market. They needed something. [A breather, he would add. Because he knows how it is; it's not easy to watch someone suffer, someone in pain. And right now, both him and Noctis were in pretty poor shape. Gladio and Prompto were supposed to be away for just a little time. They'd be back soon, and Ignis assured them he will be fine sitting on a couch until that time. Really. He knows they didn't believe him, but they needed a breather. Ignis didn't think Noctis would leave his room, so he thought it'll be fine.]
You should go back and rest.
[Ignis can't help to say. It's been only a few days, but it's certainly not enough for Noctis to properly rest.]
Would you like to eat something? I could ask the kitchen if they can make it.
[He stands up, one hand holding onto the wall as he tries to face Noctis. Suddenly a bit self-conscious too. He couldn't make his hair, he's not even sure which shirt he's wearing. If he's dressed well enough. Even if he checked three times and asked Prompto if anything's off; until he won't be able to check himself he won't rest. But he won't show this, he won't.]
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Date: 2019-07-29 03:32 pm (UTC)The market. They needed something. [A breather, he would add. Because he knows how it is; it's not easy to watch someone suffer, someone in pain. And right now, both him and Noctis were in pretty poor shape. Gladio and Prompto were supposed to be away for just a little time. They'd be back soon, and Ignis assured them he will be fine sitting on a couch until that time. Really. He knows they didn't believe him, but they needed a breather. Ignis didn't think Noctis would leave his room, so he thought it'll be fine.]
You should go back and rest.
[Ignis can't help to say. It's been only a few days, but it's certainly not enough for Noctis to properly rest.]
Would you like to eat something? I could ask the kitchen if they can make it.
[He stands up, one hand holding onto the wall as he tries to face Noctis. Suddenly a bit self-conscious too. He couldn't make his hair, he's not even sure which shirt he's wearing. If he's dressed well enough. Even if he checked three times and asked Prompto if anything's off; until he won't be able to check himself he won't rest. But he won't show this, he won't.]