[They're of one mind on that. Though considering they're in some kind of makeshift infirmary and not tied down or bound in any way, he's trying to take it as a good sign. It's a fine line between 'captive' and 'rescued' and without that smarmy bastard of an ancestor he'd rather forget but can't...]
... Right.
[He sighs, a small amount of relief audible in the tone. And for a brief moment, allows himself to not be entirely okay and ask:]
Are you doing alright, at least? [He has to ask. For one, Ignis is still lying down. Two, if he's this disoriented, he can't imagine his brother in all but blood is faring much better.]
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... Right.
[He sighs, a small amount of relief audible in the tone. And for a brief moment, allows himself to not be entirely okay and ask:]
Are you doing alright, at least? [He has to ask. For one, Ignis is still lying down. Two, if he's this disoriented, he can't imagine his brother in all but blood is faring much better.]