Ignis takes slow sips of the tea, feeling the liquid warming him up slowly and, despite the predicament, relaxing him slightly. His brain isn't as tense as before and he can properly stop to think.

"I see. We will have to do a proper research on all of this." Going back is a priority. No matter how much Ignis disliked the visions he got from Pryna earlier. This is just stalling the problem, not finding a solution for it.