He has no idea what Ignis is talking about for a moment. Fending off the Astral? What? He looks up, confused and face covered in dried sweat and dirt. Trying to read Ignis' face as he too pulls back but refuses to let go. Not yet.

"What are you-?" And then it hits him. The Tidemother. He'd... been there? Given time the other pieces will likely click into place, but right now they're both panicking and he can't help but want to at least do something to help Ignis. So, he reaches up with his right hand, the black ring shining briefly in the artificial light, before he reaches to clasp Ignis' shoulder. "There's nothing to forgive, Iggy."

He doesn't know how, or why, but whatever has pulled them here... Gods, he wishes someone was here to answer all these questions that were now circulating in his head. What is going on? How is this even happening? And why... Why is there a time gap?

He can feel his head spinning, trying to take this all in, but with what he just learned... that's proving to be a challenge.