He isn't worried. Not more than he always is— both because of the complete absence of daylight back home Prompto mentioned, and because of, well, everything else. The offer to spar and train will be there, much like it always has been.

Noctis hums, thinking. He's pretty sure with practice Ignis would be able to do anything he found interesting. He'd been the one who found him, after all. The first familiar and friendly voice he heard in that hellhole, and here. It's more trying to convince Ignis of that, and he's more stubborn than he is at times.

"Sure you aren't overthinking it?" It's Ignis. What is he saying? "From what they described, it shouldn't be too difficult to ask about if you're curious about one of them."