Doze wasn't even what Ignis did. He was out like a light thanks to being so worn after the trying week he'd had. By the time he awoke, the sun was low, lending a warm orange light to everything. He was down to his boxers and hot as a furnace thanks to how close he was to Gladio.... and the mound of blankets that he'd ended up in. Unbeknownst to him, he'd huffed and shuffled and grumped in his sleep and ended up pulling away from Gladio just enough to snag one, then more of the blankets that the bigger were had brought until he'd just collapsed into the middle of them like some prissy, broody chocobo in a nest.

Still sleepy green eyes blinked as Ignis struggled to rid his brain of the fog clouding it, grumbling as he fought to keep from going back to sleep.