[If they were back at the Citadel where their daily routines had fewer immediate life or death consequences--though, some days getting Noctis out of bed on time was quite the life or death challenge in and of itself--Ignis would have been less blunt, but now with so much unknown around them and no vision to rely on, he can't justify it. At least, not with someone he's known for so long.

Still, there is a small part of him that wishes his all too accurate perceptions had been off this time.

He's grateful when he feels Gladio's fingers in his hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before he lets go.]

That is most strange. While, I can't remember anything after Altissia, I'm quite certain you've not made a habit of ending up stranded on strange tropical islands. Does the Prince's Shield have a secret life he hasn't been telling me about?

[There's a flash of a smile on Ignis' face before he grows serious again.]

Is there something that makes this feeling grow stronger? A sight or smell perhaps?