The pressure on his still bruised thighs made him tense up again, a soft hiss of protest escaping his lips. He was just now starting to get his breath back after his headlong run and subsequent tumble with Gladio so the sound was a bit softer than usual. He would've moved away but Gladio's weight settled heavy atop him before he could even think of it.

A new hint of something slipped into Ignis' scent then, something wary and maybe a trickle of instinctive fear buried in there as well and he had no idea he was even giving that off.

"I would hardly call that making me feel good."