[He appreciates the standing offer, as well as the relative closeness— Ignis wastes little time in moving his own hand to rest atop Steven's, his thumb brushing against his knuckles.]

No doubt we're all doing our fair share of that. It's hard not to think back to that day, when we didn't quite know what we were walking away from. I had suspected that the ambassadors from Niflheim would be disingenuous, but I never imagined...

[He trails off before shaking his head, curling his fingers over Steven's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.]

Thank you. You know mine is always open to you, as well, whatever you may feel the need to share.