[Ignis was prepared to some kind of retort; maybe that Noctis doesn't need rest or he's not hungry. Something like that. But he wasn't prepared for Noctis to get like this. To get angry over him instead of food or rest. It just reminds Ignis again that how much has changed and still changing. It reminds him of all those things he wanted to avoid for a while, like a coward.]

I sent them away. [He says, because it's true. While Gladio and Prompto needed a little break, he also did. He couldn't bear to hear Prompto's shaky voice again, and feeling him touch him involuntarily as he was trying to walk. He couldn't bear the tension that was coming off of Gladio, which could be felt even without his sight. That anger will one day bubble to the surface and Ignis is afraid what will it destroy in the process. Ignis needed a break too.] They'll be back soon, don't you worry. Gladio's set on speed dial, I can call them if anything happened.

[Ignis sighs. He knows it's not that. Not entirely that. If he could cook he could busy himself, he could offer something at least. But like this, he can't offer anything to Noctis at all. Nothing.]