"It is."

Gladio says, and he arranges himself so thst his back is propped up against the headboard, coaxing Ignis to rest his head in his lap. A very good incentive for that is a hand soothing through his fur, trying to put his lover at ease despite the manhandling from Gladio today.

"I promise I'll let you up an hour before we need to go. Thats plenty of time to put your game face on. Noctis and his stuff I'm gonna take care of all from here."