[ Part of him hates this - he's always depended on being strong enough to be Noctis' shield of a different sort, so baring any sort of weakness feels even more strange. But it is Noct. He knows him, trusts him. He loves him. If he can't trust Noct with this, then what is he doing?

Besides, it feels better to get it out, to tell him about it. It never came to pass; Noctis is fine, warm and solid underneath Ignis' hand and he's grateful for that. It's a gift and he isn't going to squander it. Noctis leans into the touch and Ignis sighs quietly. Sometimes, he's overwhelmed with it: with how much he loves Noctis, with how grateful and lucky he is and moments like this make it all the clearer.

The sickness may be a portion of it; he feels absolutely horrendous but knows that he'll get well soon enough and dwelling on it won't help. It may make everything seem all the worse, but he's aware enough to realize it and compensate for it. ]

Flattery will get you everywhere, Highness.

[ He tilts his head up to it, like a flower to the sun and feels himself warm in a way that has nothing to do with his fever at Noct's gentle touch and kiss. ]

I'll do everything in my power to make certain your trust in me is never misplaced.