[ Somehow the raw look of those wounds unsettles him, like they're too fresh, but he's not sure why it bothers him so much. There's a vague sensation of displacement, but it fits the dreamlike haze that fits around everything here... hangs like an early morning fog. Its presence somehow makes perfect sense, but it nevertheless leaves him feeling like he's straining to see something that is just slightly out of focus, obscured.
Gladio laughs, enjoying the lighthearted banter that feels far more familiar than the sight of him. ]
We certainly have.
[ But what he's said before makes him eye Ignis a little more closely, quietly. It's hard to tell in the light of the campfire if he's looking paler than usual, harder still to determine if he's unwell. He watches him feel along the length of the metal rod that will serve as his cane and frowns. Ignis seems to be pushing himself. ]
...You should rest.
[ Gladio grunts as he gets to his feet. With all the palm leaves he's collected, it won't take long for him to fashion some crude shelter to keep a light rain off him, act as padding between him and sand. ]
Give me a few minutes and I'll have a shelter ready for you. Okay?
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Gladio laughs, enjoying the lighthearted banter that feels far more familiar than the sight of him. ]
We certainly have.
[ But what he's said before makes him eye Ignis a little more closely, quietly. It's hard to tell in the light of the campfire if he's looking paler than usual, harder still to determine if he's unwell. He watches him feel along the length of the metal rod that will serve as his cane and frowns. Ignis seems to be pushing himself. ]
...You should rest.
[ Gladio grunts as he gets to his feet. With all the palm leaves he's collected, it won't take long for him to fashion some crude shelter to keep a light rain off him, act as padding between him and sand. ]
Give me a few minutes and I'll have a shelter ready for you. Okay?