Ignis knew Prompto had sensed it. Not a word had been spoken about it, yet Prompto had been there, a constant and steadying presence when Ignis needed him most. This is the reason why Noctis had insisted that Prompto came. Not because he was the best at fighting or the smartest but he had the heart they needed to carry on.

He could no longer think of being without Prompto. It was simply too much to bear. How Prompto's parents seemed to always be absent is incomprehensible. The moments that Ignis remember that they exist are moments where he's filled with a quiet rage.

None of those moments happen at the moment, though. Ignis's mind is mostly too lost to his own pain. Suddenly he went from being the most out together out of all of them and became the one needing the most help. The first days, he had simply been too weak to even bathe himself (which certainly had made it harder to act on any of his newly discovered self-loathing).

"Then we should have time for a spot of breakfast before the others start stirring," Ignis nods to Prompto, then heads into the bathroom and closes the door silently behind himself.

It comes with a bit of pride to finally be able to shower by himself. To do his own hair. To be increasingly self-sufficient. He showers quickly, spending more time doing his hair than under the spray. (It's a miracle that the hotel still has hot water at all.) All in all, it's about fifteen minutes before he comes out with a towel tied around his waist and his old clothes neatly draped across one arm.

He doesn't need to ask where Prompto put his clothes, knowing he'll tell him in a moment.