Ignis woke feeling rested and sated, though the latter was just barely. Still, it was enough to let him get cleaned up (including huffing at Gladio that he could clean himself up thank you very much, though he didn't exactly tell his mate to stop and find something to wear. Pants, of course, and casual ones for him at that, but instinct pushed him toward Gladio's clothing and sure enough, when he stepped out of the tent to shoot Gladio a sidelong stare, he was sporting one of the Shield's tank tops. It was loose on his slim frame, but he didn't mind one bit. Not right then.

"Did you seriously just offer me Cup Noodle? That's barely food, Gladio."