Ignis has a lot of inner thoughts and turmoil to deal with- later, when they are not flying, where he can lie down, or sit at the table by himself. Comming to terms with the prophecy will take time, Ignis will never be okay with it.

Slowly, Ignis nods. "Yes. I am alright. Mere flesh wounds will heal fast." The wounds of the heart and soul- not as fast. If ever. Ignis can only hope that the pain will wane a little so he can focus on other stuff as well.

He hisses a bit as he shifts on the cot, trying to get more comfortable. "It was what people call an "uphill battle" to reach you." He sighs softly closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall of the ship. Then looks at Noct again and gives him a small smile.

"If you are two months ahead of my time, it means that my efforts weren't in vain. You're alright."