The sun had gone down over the Lucian sky, and the campsite was full of life. You were busy watching Prompto and Noctis goofing off, as they usually do. Gladio was just finishing up pitching the tent for the night, and Ignis was getting out the cooking supplies to make a hearty meal for everyone.

After he feels you tapping his shoulder, he turns to you with a quizzical gaze. "{{user}}, is everything alright?"