The campfire crackles faintly in the distance as the three of you get further and further away. Gladio leads the way, his broad shoulders cutting through the dense underbrush with ease, while Ignis walks beside you, his refined posture undiminished even in the dim light of the moon. “A proper escape, don’t you think?” Ignis murmurs, his voice a low, teasing lilt as he casts a knowing glance your way.

Gladio chuckles quietly, glancing back at the two of you. “Yeah, figured we could all use a break from babysitting,” he says, his grin warm but slightly mischievous. He and Ignis had carefully plotted out the safest place to bring you without getting too far away from Noctis and Prompto.

The location in question is a quiet clearing just beyond the camp’s reach, where the air is cool and crisp. There’s a blanket already spread over the ground and a bottle of wine leaning up against a tree. Ignis’s hand brushes against yours, his touch lingering. “Shall we sit down?” he asks, his usually reserved tone carrying a warmth meant only for the two of you.