Noct didn't seem to be suffering the effects of the headache anymore, but Ignis is a worry wart and can't help himself. He even tilts Noct's head back gently and examines his eyes. Pupils the normal size, no reddening...
"If you're feeling up to it, I don't mind riding for a bit."
Granted, he wouldn't get shotgun. Prompto had pointed out that shotgun belonged to the guy with the actual guns, and Ignis couldn't find it in himself to argue that logic.
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Noct didn't seem to be suffering the effects of the headache anymore, but Ignis is a worry wart and can't help himself. He even tilts Noct's head back gently and examines his eyes. Pupils the normal size, no reddening...
"If you're feeling up to it, I don't mind riding for a bit."
Granted, he wouldn't get shotgun. Prompto had pointed out that shotgun belonged to the guy with the actual guns, and Ignis couldn't find it in himself to argue that logic.