"Days?!" Gladio froze in reaching for the water, staring at Ignis in shock. How sick had he been that he needed days for recovery? He barely managed the glass, sitting back and using both hands to keep his hands steady. "...shit. Days. I... Iggy, I don't remember anything. Have I been out of it that long?" He couldn't remember waking up to piss or drink or eat...

"Last thing I can remember is all of us back at the haven? I think?" He frowned, as if he wasn't even sure if that was true or the last thing.

It was only then that he noticed Ignis was staring back from him and his brow furrowed. "...am I contagious?"