[ He knows, see? He knows. Noctis sighs, but he knows that nothing short of a royal edict will stop him from checking in on the others. He appreciates it, how devoted Ignis is to the staff, to the work -- the man might be a harsh taskmaster, but he's fair, and there isn't anyone else who practically knows and cares personally for everyone working here.
And that's also how he knows Ignis himself is weary, he's not even putting up a fight about the blatant lack of salads. Lurching himself up to his feet with a little groan, he's moving towards the doors; he wants to see him, and he's already making his way to the secured elevators down the corridor. He passes the glaives on guard, nodding at them. ]
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[ He knows, see? He knows. Noctis sighs, but he knows that nothing short of a royal edict will stop him from checking in on the others. He appreciates it, how devoted Ignis is to the staff, to the work -- the man might be a harsh taskmaster, but he's fair, and there isn't anyone else who practically knows and cares personally for everyone working here.
And that's also how he knows Ignis himself is weary, he's not even putting up a fight about the blatant lack of salads. Lurching himself up to his feet with a little groan, he's moving towards the doors; he wants to see him, and he's already making his way to the secured elevators down the corridor. He passes the glaives on guard, nodding at them. ]
Deliver something? What's that?