[ She emerges from their room in the morning, hair disheveled, weariness and guilt upon her expression, but taking a moment to pause after she shuts their door to lean against it and exhale, collecting herself. The worst is over-- he thinks. Noctis is still recovering, and what he needs now is sleep, rest, and perhaps... being apart from her presence, the one who had hurt him.
Opening her eyes, only then does she spot Ignis, and she blinks once, moving forward. ] Ignis...
[ Guilt ricochets across her mind once more. The previous night, she had quickly brought Noctis to their room without much explanation. There hadn't been enough time. That doesn't mean she can't sympathize with any worry Ignis might have had in the hours he had been left in the dark. She's impressed that he appears so calm.
She steps into the kitchen, moving to stand opposite of the counter. Another inhale, shaky and soft, follows the pause, and she lifts her head to watch him as he works, unsure for a few moments of where just to begin. ]
...He's.... resting. [ There. A start. ] Recovering.
[ Upon the countertop, her fingers curl inward. ] I suppose you want an explanation, don't you?
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Opening her eyes, only then does she spot Ignis, and she blinks once, moving forward. ] Ignis...
[ Guilt ricochets across her mind once more. The previous night, she had quickly brought Noctis to their room without much explanation. There hadn't been enough time. That doesn't mean she can't sympathize with any worry Ignis might have had in the hours he had been left in the dark. She's impressed that he appears so calm.
She steps into the kitchen, moving to stand opposite of the counter. Another inhale, shaky and soft, follows the pause, and she lifts her head to watch him as he works, unsure for a few moments of where just to begin. ]
...He's.... resting. [ There. A start. ] Recovering.
[ Upon the countertop, her fingers curl inward. ] I suppose you want an explanation, don't you?