The weight of Felih's words and body make this situation more emotionally real. Ignis wraps an arm a bit tighter around him, had on his hip. His other hand starts stroking Felih's hair as he quietly listens and considers.

"They're Seekers," Ignis knows that much for certain. "That's all I know. And that the girl's trust in adults has been destroyed; she was ready to attack me if I made any dangerous moves. She may know of her tribe, but she keeps her lips sealed...."

Now that the moments of crisis are over and with Felih in his arms, Ignis is starting to feel the weight of the fates of two small children on their shoulders, "And as you guessed—they are bathing. I knew it would help them. Their current clothes are filthy and will need mending if they're salvageable. So clean clothes and then a nest to sleep are what they need most now that they've had food and a bath. They haven't slept well in quite some time."