I imagine I'll be out of a job after this. Perhaps when we get back I'll be reassigned as an alarm clock. I promise to underperform appallingly.

[ It's pitiful, that all he has to offer is a joke. But until (unless) Noctis makes it to medical, it's all he can do. It doesn't help matters that he's halfway to thinking Noctis is right - if the creature had found its way to Noctis as he was, deep in sleep, chances are he'd have died none the wiser. None of this fear and pain, no having to drag himself along when his body must be begging him to stop. It almost seems like torture to ask him to keep moving, but while there's a chance IGNIS can't bear to suggest that he stop. ]

I'll try to interfere with the meal schedule when they get you to hospital. Care to place a breakfast order?