"All right," he responded, though there was hesitation in his voice. He was no fan of leaving Ignis behind in this state. He pushed off the snowmobile to stand on his own, but he wasn't gone right away, instead lingering in an antsy state. If something happened while he was gone he'd never forgive himself.

Facing Ignis, he took a step back and frowned. They'd have to do something about all that blood. Ignis didn't deserve to sit around covered in that. Even worse, it was probably Ignis' own blood. He couldn't be feeling great right now.

"I'll come back as soon as possible," he promised, taking another step back, reluctant to break away completely. "I'll try to find water and stuff, too."

His voice was on the verge of cracking as he shifted about restlessly, before finally breaking away and jogging up the beach. If he waited too long he would never leave. Normally he wouldn't worry about splitting up, but leaving him in such a weakened state was another matter. He'd just have to hope for the best and find things quickly. At least, if nothing else, he was good at running.