[ Ignis exhales slowly, rising up, looking down at her. She's too good for any of them, truthfully. She deserves better than this mess and at least with this, perhaps she'll get it. Any one would be lucky to have her eye.

The paperwork is gathered up once more, tucked neatly against his chest like it's something precious - in a lot of ways, it is. He isn't certain in this moment if thanking her is something that will come across how he wants it to ( thank you for letting us try again, thank you for understanding, thank you for not hating him ) so instead, he inclines his head one more time. ]

I hope you'll reach out to me if you need anything in the coming weeks. I'll deliver the paperwork to all of the appropriate parties in the morning.