Ignis must've been tired if Gladio had been able to get so much done without waking him up. He'd be quietly pleased to know that everyone had been so concerned about his well-being, but that could come later. At the moment, he was busy snuffling and trying to drag himself to wakefulness. Being awakened by something other than an alarm or his lover's demanding libido wasn't common for him, after all.

Muffling a groan against Gladio's thigh, he shifted and willed his sluggish body upright, though the motion was difficult. He was sore and stiff, much like he'd been when he'd first started learning how to handle weapons and the reminder wasn't a good one.

"How long was I asleep?"