[ His hand brushes over hers, and after a moment's delay, her fingers gingerly twine with his. The hold is weak, hesitant, before her grip grows stronger. That touch is needed, that reassurance is needed. His words are needed. And while her tendency to take on blame and feel guilty is deeply rooted into her as a response from incidents of ages past, this undoubtedly helps.
She feels as if a small part of something has been lifted from her-- worry that he would blame her, perhaps, that someone of Noctis' family, someone who cares for him so much, would tell her that she's done too much, confirm her fears that she's irreparably harmed him, and demand she leave. Instead, he holds her hand.
And it means something significant when it is Ignis that says this. Because this is Pyra saving Noctis this one time, while he must have saved him countless times while they battled across Eos. Her shoulders shake, and she draws in a quivering breath as relief rushes through her together with an overwhelming feeling.
That overwhelming feeling suddenly turns into a tug of the hand she holds and then a hug of the man himself, both mournful and grateful at once. ]
I... I think I understand, now. [ She whispers quietly, her face buried somewhere against his upper chest. ]
I think I finally understand why you're so... good, Ignis.
[ It's moments like these, actions like these, words like these, that he gives to others when they're feeling awful. He hardly knows her-- it's something that she wishes to change, yes-- but that he can see past what she's told to understand that no harm had been intended, that it had been an accident, like like Nocits, she assigns blame to herself regardless... there's not a bad bone in his body. ] Thank you.
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She feels as if a small part of something has been lifted from her-- worry that he would blame her, perhaps, that someone of Noctis' family, someone who cares for him so much, would tell her that she's done too much, confirm her fears that she's irreparably harmed him, and demand she leave. Instead, he holds her hand.
And it means something significant when it is Ignis that says this. Because this is Pyra saving Noctis this one time, while he must have saved him countless times while they battled across Eos. Her shoulders shake, and she draws in a quivering breath as relief rushes through her together with an overwhelming feeling.
That overwhelming feeling suddenly turns into a tug of the hand she holds and then a hug of the man himself, both mournful and grateful at once. ]
I... I think I understand, now. [ She whispers quietly, her face buried somewhere against his upper chest. ]
I think I finally understand why you're so... good, Ignis.
[ It's moments like these, actions like these, words like these, that he gives to others when they're feeling awful. He hardly knows her-- it's something that she wishes to change, yes-- but that he can see past what she's told to understand that no harm had been intended, that it had been an accident, like like Nocits, she assigns blame to herself regardless... there's not a bad bone in his body. ] Thank you.