The only outward signs of anything being wrong was Ignis' still overly pale skin and the worn look in his eyes. He looked tired, even if he'd been out for so long. Still, he did his best to smile, hoping to ease some of their worries. He had no idea if that smile reached his eyes or how stilted it looked, but he tried.

"As you can see, I'm going to be alright. Gladiolus... that remains to be seen. The Marshal told me that he informed you both about what happened, yes?"