It's very clear on Ignis' face he's relieved to know that at least Noctis still has some of his abilities. Is it because of his royal blood? He is closer to the crystal than they are, after all.

"Who- or whatever we are dealing with, it would be foolish of us not to assume they are just as strong, if not stronger than the Astrals. There is a very specific purpose to what we were doing before all this. Noctis is the Chosen King. They would not divert him or us from that path willingly," Ignis pauses a moment, hand drifting to touch just below where the scars on the left side of his face end. "Then there is the matter of my injuries. To put it bluntly, I should be in much worse shape than I am. I can still feel my wounds, but it's as if very strong healing magic was used on me."

Ignis reaches out blindly to search for Prompto's shoulder. He knows the blonde is nearby, but isn't exactly sure where, "As much as I want to buy amnesia being the cause of my missing memories, it just doesn't feel right. Why would my wounds feel so new if as much time as you say has passed? If these beings are strong enough to bring us here from different locations, why not heal my wounds entirely or even go so far as to return my vision?"