"Prompto! Prompto, stop. Please. I need a moment.." Perhaps more than anything, that admission--that pleading tone--tells just how badly off Ignis is. The world has begun to spin again and he knows there is no way he's going to be able to stand. If Prompto tries, they are just going to fall and he can't risk the blonde being hurt too. Not because of him.

Ignis swallows hard, trying to force whatever may be in his stomach to remain there. As he does, he attempts to process Prompto's questions, worry creasing his brow when he turns his head in his friend's direction.

"You were suppose to be with Noctis. You were going to fly him closer to the Tidemother," Ignis doesn't try to explain where Gladio was. He had no idea. They were all split up to evacuate as many as possible. He hadn't seen the Shield since they parted and considering how things went for Ignis, that was probably a good thing.

The hand on Prompto's arm tightens as Ignis leans closer to him, ignoring the pain that shoots through his shoulder and down his arm. Ah, that was the previously dislocated one.

"You must tell me. Did something happen to Noct?"