Ignis' face cracks into a small smile. "I appreciate that, Noct." He placed a hand on Noctis' shoulder. He was tempted to put his hand in Noctis' hair and ruffle it.

"Gladio has struck out on his own. He comes back, of course, but I think he finds peace in the wilderness," Ignis pushed his glasses back up on his face.

"Prompto goes traveling often, but he is not duty bound by the castle in these recent months. I could call them back here if you wish. Though I am sure they would think that I've finally lost my mind."