Ignis will help with it. He's not as skilled at making new clothes, but he's certainly skilled at mending torn ones. Being around Noctis helped with that.

Felih's purr soothes Ignis, and that surprises him a little--he didn't realize he was so tense and worried. He closes his eyes at the nuzzling. It feels... peaceful for the moment. Much quieter.

"I remembered what the kittens liked in your tribe and made that," Ignis wraps his arm a bit tighter around Felih's waist. "It's good indeed that we are. I've always had a hard time understanding children, and I tend to bore them."