"Myself, of course." Not that Ignis can blame him for being a little bit off-balance on something like this. Even as the person who cast the spell, Ignis can't help staring as the hand moves deftly. Just like his own. Having it described to him by Sveargith is a far cry from seeing it in action.

"It is... a very strange thing," he admits quietly. "Remembering this place, as though a dream, from my youth... and then coming back. And not a soul has been changed, physically speaking."

Disorienting is puttig it lightly.