Ignis looked more like a wary animal as his eyes followed Gladio on his way out. He hated himself for fearing his old friend, but something primal in him was petrified and after the nightmares, he was starting to realize that Cor had been right. It was the worst feeling, knowing that his fear was probably affecting Gladio as much as it was him.

Noctis' voice broke through his melancholy, his eyes flicking back toward his charge a moment later. There was something that stood out to him about Noctis. He hadn't been asleep? That was unusual for him.

"... no. That isn't necessary. I don't think I'll be sleeping any more tonight. Are you alright?"