There wasn't a word from Ignis as he dug through his clothes and got himself dressed. There was a moment of hesitation as he felt the drag of clean pants along his hips, his fingers tightening up just a little while he worked himself through the moment. The skin was healed. There were no bruises to remind him. Still, the sensation of material being pulled along that skin was enough to tug at the memory just lingering in the back of his mind.

Once he realized that he was just standing there, staring off, he huffed under his breath and yanked them up, quietly cursing himself for his silliness.

"The only thing we can do is wait and see if he'll come out of this. If he doesn't, then we take matters into our own hands."