For a moment, the urge to argue about the cost of three rooms was there, waiting on the tip of his tongue. Something else was closer to the forefront of his mind, though. Just the mention of Gladio's name made Ignis lick his lips, a nervous reaction and a telling one. He didn't really remember what had happened, but he knew that Gladio had been part of it.

"... Gladiolus. He was... ill. How is he?"