"I'm fine." That quick, cut-short tone that suggested he was unwilling to discuss it further, but was lying. He looked away, only cementing that. Seeing Ignis afraid, seeing Gladio hurt, dying, feeling utterly helpless... what good was he as a King if he couldn't even protect those closest to him? How was he supposed to help his whole country or the whole world when he was too weak to stop them from getting hurt?

His lips thinned and he nodded, shifting towards the door. "I'll check back in later." Not quite a question, just a flat statement, a flat voice.