[Ignis purses his lips together, barely holding back a sharp remark about not being made of glass. He stays his words because he knows Gladio is trying to make the best of an unreal situation. In some ways, Ignis is actually glad for that prickle of irritation. It keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact this might just be some kind of fever dream, and at any time he may wake up in Altissia. Not that it really matters if he is here or there. No matter where he wakes up, he's not going to be able to see.

He reaches out in the Shield's direction almost as if he is trying to coax his friend back to sitting at his side.]

You realize there is no rush. I'm hardly going to melt if it decides to rain. I would have done so a long time ago considering how wet I was when I woke up.

[Busy the hands to quiet the mind. What exactly is Gladio trying so hard to not think about?]

I'm not so tired that I can't listen if a friend is in need. What's troubling you so? It's more than just this place.