Something that would have been better left said. Ignis had noticed how hard Prompto had been working to improve, and how far he had come in such a short time, considering he lacked in years of training like the rest of them. While he was aware that their comments were hurtful and that tempers sometimes boiled over more than necessary, he did not understand the extent that it was harming Prompto. He certainly would have laid off of many of his own comments, and perhaps even provided his own training on the side as well as speaking to the others privately to knock the worst of it off.

Frustrations should never mean breaking another man down. It served none of them to do so. Also, Ignis was not a man for cruelty. But since it was left unsaid, understandably so....

The steadily increasing difficulty was something Ignis had both noticed and appreciated. He believed he could probably dress himself in his full attire, had he the mind for it. Surprisingly--he realizes he doesn't. Not yet. Everything was simply too much.

"That's fine," Ignis feels for the clothing, trying to confirm what Prompto said, and being pleased he can recognize it. "... thank you, Prompto."

He doesn't say it often in that way, short and direct. But sometimes it's just better. After all Prompto has done for him, he certainly deserves to hear it.

Ignis sits on the bed and starts with his socks.