"It shows," Ignis is grateful for each bit of assistance he doesn't have to swallow his pride and ask for. He's sure at some point the unasked for help will start to feel suffocating, but he will worry about that when the time comes.

While Prompto takes care of the raft, Ignis settles against the snowmobile and does his best to rest so he's ready to move once the blonde returns and has rested himself. He stares blindly out at the water, and eventually, quite against his will, the waves start to lull him into dozing. Scattered flashes of memory haunt him and it's actually a relief when Prompto's return wakes him fully.

He gauges the blonde's location by his breathing, reaching out to give his shoulder a light squeeze, "Thank you. I wish I could have been of some assistance. You sound quite worn out."