An hour later, Ignis started to shift as he pulled himself back to wakefulness. It was a slow process punctuated by soft sighs and a quiet moan as taxed muscles made themselves known. It was still a few minutes later before green eyes cracked open, a good deal of the heat-driven glaze gone for the moment. Oh, the urge was still there, that lowly banked fire resting in his core, but for now, he had himself back under some semblance of control.

Yawning, he stretched and slid an absent hand along Gladio's shoulder, idly pondering if he wanted to try to go back to sleep or not.