[ Thankfully Ignis has gotten used to sudden contact from his friends helping him get around through the apartment and around the city whenever he insists on going outdoors, so he doesn't react to the touch, instead following the nudge so he can reach in the correct direction. He's expression softens. ]

Thank you. [ Now that his fingers brush along the fabric of the skirt, he's able to push it in what he presumes should be her direction, just from a vague assumption of where the grip at his elbow comes from. ]

I apologize. I hadn't wished to convey anything that would upset you. I'm fine, in a manner of speaking.

[ He's alive, is what he would say, but that seems too heavy to mention even when he knows he's drawn her concern. ]

When I mentioned I was debilitated... the truth is I have lost my sight.