Certainly, they may worry later. Right now may not be the best time for it, however. Not when Ignis is already so ran down to the bones after the kind of day that he's just stumbled out of - overcome with not only adrenaline but a deep seated panic that had provided it, and but knowledge of the future. Of the truth.

Of just what a chosen king is meant for.

For someone like Ignis, who has devoted his whole life and then some to Noctis... It's enough to rattle him from his moorings just a touch. Definitely now more than ever does he need this semblance of comfort and productivity. The knowledge that he can still do something and it is all fine in the immediate present.

Of course, it won't solve the future. That is something to worry about at a later date. But it can help keep him propped up, and that is almost all Ignis dares to wish for at the moment.

Almost.

For now, he reaches over to take Prompto's hand in his and gently rub his fingers along the back. In the back of his mind, he recalls no gloves. He'll have to fix that at a later date. So many things for a later date. "Just a few bits of prep work," he reassures him, taking him to where some potatoes need peeling.

"Who did you message, exactly?"