[When the long night had finally passed it left many people behind without a place. So many had found their ways into the professions of hunting, protection, and without so much of a need for it they faltered in finding their way in the new world... which was so much like the old world, but forgotten. Ignis had been one of the lucky ones. His path was easily laid out, as it always had been, and it hadn't taken long for him to prove his worth to all who doubted that he should still have a place beside the king.

In all that, he had never thought that he might need something else, something other to give his life more meaning now that the lifelong task of escorting Noctis to his destiny had been fulfilled. Ignis had protested that he needed nothing, that he was content.

But then he had met this woman, and he had realised that contentment is not the same as happiness, and that some types of happiness are different from others.

The one that throws her arms around his neck and leans close to him is a special kind. The kind that brings a smile to his face unbidden when he thinks of her, the kind that intrudes into his thoughts at all hours but is never unwelcome. He runs his fingers lightly down the back of one of her arms, and chuckles.]

In my defence, I could hardly know that you were showing interest. How long do you intend to hold that against me?

[She doesn't, and he knows it.]

My perception of my surroundings only extends so far.