[ It is good. It's not often they get to treat themselves with fresh fruit unless they happen to find it foraging or manage to go somewhere warm enough, or that's on a trade route. Gently, Ignis shifts the bags until he can hold them on his shoulder and hates, hates that he has to grope blindly about to get any sort of semblance of where things are.
Noct is in front of him; he's always aware of the prince, habit as well as duty, so it's easy enough to reach out and place his hand on Noct's arm when he hesitates like that.
There's nothing off that he can tell. No threats in the marketplace, no increased footsteps or talking that would seem to indicate an issue which means that Noct was distracted by something not immediately obvious. Gently, Ignis squeezes his arm, worried. ]
I asked if you had sampled the fruit yet and what sort of containers they were in. Are you well?
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Noct is in front of him; he's always aware of the prince, habit as well as duty, so it's easy enough to reach out and place his hand on Noct's arm when he hesitates like that.
There's nothing off that he can tell. No threats in the marketplace, no increased footsteps or talking that would seem to indicate an issue which means that Noct was distracted by something not immediately obvious. Gently, Ignis squeezes his arm, worried. ]
I asked if you had sampled the fruit yet and what sort of containers they were in. Are you well?