["Alright" was relative. Physically, he's fine. Everything else... well, maybe when they're not surrounded by a bunch of strangers he'll say something at least. Until then, the only sign Ignis and Ignis alone will notice is that his ringed hand is slightly shaking despite how he keeps his tone in check. With all the uncertainty and trepidation in the air, someone has to step up. Might as well be him.

It wasn't just reassuring to Ignis, either - that simple little touch. Something inside him twists as he fends off much of the emotions he's been fighting with ever since he-

No. Focus, Noct. Ignis needs him to be his eyes right now, and he'll focus on that until he notices Prompto getting up. Or if they hear someone else call their names. Either or.]

I don't know. [He's not sure how else to say that; nothing's really all that comforting otherwise.] I think it's some kind of ship, but it's nothing like what the Niffs have come up with. No one here really seems to know what's going on, either.

That's not all. I caught a glimpse of what's outside thanks to some kind of lounge area in the other room. We're in space.