Ignis Scientia

A few sweeps of Gladio's hand and the growling died off, but he remained tense. The adrenaline of the chase was draining away, leaving Ignis' mind wound tight while his body let itself wear out under Gladio's dominating presence. His muscles were still knotted up from his quickly aborted attempt to run and while part of him wanted to relax under Gladio's stroking hand, part of him remained on edge and just as unable to come down as he sometimes did as a human.