There is a heavy pang in Ignis' chest when he sees Noct trying to bless the tea. No magic, means no weapons, no potions, no protection. What are they going to do, damn it all?! Is it not enough for destiny to take Noct's life? Why does it have to torture him like this?!

Ignis finally collects himself, the sight of Noct on the edge, tired and suffering finally kicking him into motion. He doesn't want to be one more reason for Noct's suffering.

"It will be no problem at all," Ignis says with confidence. More confidence than he actually feels. "Where to?"