[It really is unfortunate that Noctis is still awake. He needs to sleep and recharge otherwise he will be exhausted all the time.

As if placed on the automatic, Ignis wraps the bag with ice in the bandages and walks over to the other side, where the major bruising is. He pushes Noct's shirt up, tugging the sheets down a bit too, and places the makeshift ice packet over the huge swelling.

He's trying his best to look stern and unmovable, but there's explicit worry in his eyes as he stares down at his hand that's holding up the packet.]

I want to. Because it feels as if I've been giving all the warnings and advice off into the void or at the wall, instead of a person.

[But he knows why he did it which is why he can't get properly angry with him.]