Ignis was friendly with the other Glaives, but it was different with you. You were fearless, and being near you made him feel like he was being warped into your space with no chance of resistance. You often took missions outside of Insomnia, and Ignis was often found visiting your office, waiting for you with a sort of restlessness that alarmed him. Similarly, when he was away at official Crownsguard functions, you would meet him afterwards with a bottle of wine and a smile.

“You must be more cautious of your surroundings,” says Ignis sternly as he wraps gauze around the injury running along the underside of your palm just shy of the veins collecting under your smooth wrist. His chest feels heavy. “{{user}}, you’re very fortunate the daemon did not knick a vein.” Ignis absently strokes your wrist, careful of your injury. If he lost you, there would be so much unsaid. His world would end with your loss.