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I dare say that I can make this at camp.

*Strikes troughs are things he won't be able to respond to, he's canonically blind! Will update if things happen in-game.

*Braille unlocked on his phone, Tony Stark unlocked it for him IC-ly. Ignis may be a bit slow at first at responding, but once he picks it up better he'll respond quicker. Ignis can text people now!

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[ What is she doing to him? ]

Pyra?! [ Have a startled and confused noise as he's picked up by her.

She's strong, he realizes, if she can pick him up easily like this. He feels awful that she's doing it though, he'd exhausted himself and it's his fault.

He gets an arm around her shoulders, supporting himself in her arms.

Then she goes and says that -- it gets him to blush a bit. How Noctis can survive being in a relationship with her is lost on him, but he is starting to see why he loves her so much. She's been nothing but full of compliments at him lately.

Despite the rough state he's in, he gives a little smile. ]

... Thank you. [ It means a lot coming from her. He'll have to get used to comments like this from her, he supposes, if she's family now. ]

[ The smile is a small little victory in terms of how faint he had seemed before, and she'll take it. Walking over to his room, still carrying him, she turns slightly to the side to pull the handle of the door and open it, entering. ] Sorry about not knocking... [ She jests lightly, and then makes her way to his bed. Carefully, she rests him down upon it, looking over him.

Her brow lifts furrows with sympathy. He really does look tired... And it's difficult not to linger upon his scars about his eyes. He's given so much, and as a human, what scars he has doesn't fade. All of hers do, and with her energy recovered, she doesn't tire. Obviously, she should be pulling more weight.

In a warm tone she hopes to be reassuring. ] Don't worry about dinner, okay? Or other chores. For the rest of the day. I'll take care of it.

[ She reaches for his hand, giving it a squeeze. ] You've really been working hard.

[ If Pyra looks around his room, it's super tidy and there's nothing on the floor. It's been a habit of his to keep everything clean around him even before he went blind.

When he gets set down on the bed, he shifts a little bit to get the blankets pulled back - he has the feeling here that there's no room for arguments.

He squeezes her hand back, grateful that she noticed him about to drop. Ignis needs to be more mindful of that going forward. ]

Thank you.

[ He smiles a little as his head hits the pillow, he's so tired. ]

I'm terribly sorry about the trouble.

[ He exhales a breath, thankful for his family members. Pyra's going to be on double duty with him out for the rest of the day. ]

Don't push yourself too much, we don't need you dropping next.

[ Pyra, with his hand still in hers, takes a seat upon the edge of the bed. The side dips with her weight, but she remains comfortable.

At his words, she frowns, briefly. Not at him, but at the thought that... he still wishes to help. He's apologizing, as if it's troublesome to help him When that's not the case at all. So she replies, insisting with a small, smile: ] Family, remember? You're not a burden, and...

[ Pyra pauses, then continues. ]

I'm not human. [ There. She said it. She said something she hasn't said to anyone besides Noctis (even if others might have already figured it out). She waits a moment, clearing her head, and then speaks up again, making her tone as reassuring as possible: ] So I got lots of energy to spare. [ Handling all three of them at once shouldn't be a problem, not when her energy is regained.

Again, that "unfair" thought resurfaces. It's unfair to humans in general that they lack the power to care for others when they become weary themselves. Ignis probably wants noting more to be back up on his own too feet; his heart, his love is only limited by the physical body he has. ]

Just how much sleep did you get last night, anyway? I'd say you're overdue.

[ You're not a burden.

A lump appears in the back of his throat and he finds himself squeezing her hand tighter at those words.

After he'd became blind, he'd been struggling to not feel that way, he didn't want to be a burden and he still doesn't. Which is why he feels awful that Pyra had to carry him to bed like this, but she doesn't fault him for it.

He can't fight like he'd used to anymore and Gladio had rubbed salt in that wound when he wanted to leave Ignis behind. But Prompto had defended Ignis then, claiming that it should be his choice to stay with them or not. Ignis had vowed to step down if he'd slowed them down at all, but thankfully it didn't come to that.

With every stumble he took back then, he'd felt Prompto's presence at his side, which is something that he's grateful for now, otherwise he would've taken quite the few tumbles down those hills that they were walking on. He never pushed Prompto away, just quietly accepted his help, even if he didn't ask for it.

Noctis had reminded him that he's not useless and what he's capable of. He needed to hear that, desperately, that he wasn't a burden to his family. Then he rescued Prompto out from the bitter cold, it gave him a fright to find him out there like that, but it gave him a few things to think about. That he can help his family members, that he's capable of rescuing the ones that he loves. He wants to help, to find his footing in feeling useful again. He'd just comforted Noctis a few hours ago, that was a rough talk, but one that they both needed to have.

He's not a burden and he's trying to remind himself that he can do things for others.

Look at him now, he pushed himself to his limits cause he wanted to keep taking care of Noctis and Prompto. He'd never think of them as a burden to him, no, never. He does these things for them cause they're family to him.

Family.

Pyra's family now and she's watching his back. That's... not a burden thing to do either, she helped him cause she cares about him. ]

Pyra... you dumped a bucket of ice on my head, thank you for reminding that, [ small pause ] I'm not a burden. You're absolutely right, we're family and we take care of each other.

[ She's not human. ]

I suspected as much when you mentioned that you dived deep into Noctis' soul, no human could do that. I still don't understand how you saved him, but you did.

[ At the last question, he falters a bit, taking a moment to think about the last time he's slept. He'd been napping here and there, but.... ]

... Three or four hours? Noct and Prompto can tell you that I'm usually the last one to bed and the first one up in the morning. [ Such as the power of Ebony and his way to make sure that breakfast was ready to go for them back when they were on the road. He usually gets a little more sleep than that though, he'd been too worried to get a full nights sleep. ]

[ Perhaps they're too similar, where they think that being a burden automatically happens when a loved one must care for them-- as if it is such an imposition to ask for help, or to allow another to do that care. ]

Sometimes I do wonder, Ignis, [ She leans forward, placing her free hand to his forehead, as if she could feel for a fever. He had seemed pale in the kitchen, but perhaps that had only been a meager blood pressure at work. ] ....how much you've been carrying on your own this entire time.

[ For all of them, actually. Noctis. Prompto. Ignis. (And Gladio, for when she'll meet him eventually.) Others as well-- Regis, Ardyn, Luna... The list goes on. Here he is, exhausted but still wishing to work, only finally allowing someone else to care for him, and apologizing still.

Her hand upon his forehead drifts downward to the side of his face-- fingers placed upon his glasses. ] May I?

[ --Remove them, that is. He won't be needing those to sleep! ]

[ He does carry quite the bit on his shoulders, not just the ring, the vision he'd gotten in Altissia, but the love and care he feels for his family members. He knows that he's done so much for them all.

Despite Pyra's presence by him, he jumps a little when he feels her hand on his forehead, but relaxes immediately. He hadn't been expecting that. If she's looking for a fever, it's not there. He's just overworked and exhausted that he doesn't have it in him to fight.

May I?

His breath hitches in his throat when he hears that and her fingers on his glasses. After he'd became blind, he'd asked for darker glasses since his world had become a darker one. He'd preferred his world to be crystal clear, now it's a darker one.

Eyesight's only a matter of time. he recalls telling Prompto once, but he'd been lying. He won't get his eyesight back, not with the price he paid.

He doesn't know how bad his eyes look, he's kept both of them closed. He knows that he has a scar on the left side of his face, but he doesn't know how bad it looks. He'd felt the pain there until it faded.

He nods, quietly giving her his silent permission. Only her and Noctis will get to see him this way, he's self-conscious about it and uncomfortable. But he trusts Pyra to let her see him like this. He hopes that it doesn't startle her.

Once she gets the glasses off:

Besides the grey looking scar on his face, it's stretches on his left eye too, though it's shut. Both eyes remain closed. ]

[ With great care, Pyra removes his glasses, folding them and then setting them on his nightstand. She's seen his scars before-- with the old Ignis-- at least, what could be seen from what peeked out from behind the cover of the lens.

It's a little more dramatic up close and in person with the proverbial veil set away. The scars look like they had hurt whenever it was that he received them, and her fingers dust at his temple, as if she might trace just over the outlines of the markings.

And of course they look like scars one would receive from using the Ring of the Lucii. She knows a price must be paid, not specifically of eyesight, of course, but just of... wear on a person's life. Pain. Damage, hurt. ]

You've given so much, Ignis. [ She retracts her hand, breaking contact, and moves to bring the covers up to him. ] Maybe it's time to be generous to yourself, too.

[ He might need to be reminded later, and that's okay. She'll do the reminding as many times as it takes. ]

[ He barely hears her, but the words do reach his ears. He's exhausted, comfortable now that he's in bed. As the covers go over him, he slowly starts to slip into a deep sleep. ]

Thank you... [ Is his quiet reply, Pyra will have to remind him again of what she said!

The grip in Pyra's hand loosens up quite the bit and his breathing slows to that of one falling asleep. He's down and out for a full nights sleep!

Good job, Pyra! ]

[ As he falls into slumber, Pyra lifts from the bed-- and only then, by the angle of her sight and the light from above, she sees a dampness upon his cheeks, a puffiness of his eyes.

He must have been crying, earlier... and he hadn't said a thing. He had continued to make dinner.

How had she not noticed before? What had he been crying over? Noctis, no doubt, and the state he is in...

Silently, Pyra turns off the light and exits his bedroom. Shutting the door behind her quietly, she makes to finish preparing the rest of the meal that he had started, hoping that she can cook something even half as comforting to them as Ignis could. ]