That just drew a low, dry chuckle from the adviser. Rest was the last thing Ignis was worried about. In fact, if he could avoid it, he would. In a way, it helped to see that Gladio was more himself. Maybe that would help ease the memories of being stalked by the big man. He'd been more animal than anything else then, so seeing him like this, trying to joke, fiddling with his injuries... it was all just pure Gladio.

"Do I look that bad?"