Carefully as to not irritate his injured eyes, Ignis raises a slim eyebrow at Prompto, "Sourpuss face? Is that what they are calling calm expressions these days? It's not as if I just took a bite out of a lemon."

So, the answer is 'no.' Ignis does not, in fact, know he has resting bitchface syndrome. Apparently, there are things that escape even his attention.

When Prompto jumps up a few moments later, Ignis gives him a curious look, but nods his agreement to staying put. Where exactly would he go? While the blonde is gone, he takes the time to return his phone to his pocket and the first aid kit to his hip. Once his finishes, he starts slightly, wondering how he could have forgotten to check on one more very important thing.

Ignis peels his soaked gloves off and then slides his shirt sleeve up. A little feeling around confirms that the small dagger sheathed and strapped to his upper arm is still there. A quick check to his other arm confirms the matching one is also there. It's actually a relief to know he's not completely weaponless even though using them will be a lot more difficult without his vision.

He's sliding his wet gloves back on--better to wear them than to accidentally lose one while they are moving--when Prompto returns and explains what he's been up to. It's both disappointing and a relief that there is no sign of the others. As much as he would like to see Noctis and Gladio, Ignis isn't sure he wants them stuck in the same situation he and Prompto are.

"Yes, I believe I can stand now as long as I do it slowly. May I have your assistance?"