As the pain had eased, so had some of the tension in Ignis' muscles. He was limp now, sprawled on his side as he ever so slowly started to uncurl. Right then, he was on the edge of unconsciousness but Gladio's voice tugged him back. Groaning in protest, his opened his eyes again and tried to focus on his friend but weariness wouldn't allow it...

... when did he lose his glasses? Is that why his face was scraped up? Had they ended up broken?

"... I don't remember a lot. I left the haven to look for herbs to use for dinner. Something... it chased me. Big and strong. It... held me down-"

Ignis' voice faded at that, the hand near his waist slowly reaching up to tug the remains of his pants a little closer to his body.