[ Her apology leaves Ignis a little speechless. He hasn't spoken to anyone about what happened to him, the loss of his sight, no one other than his close companions who had already known such a thing would happen. So her sincerity is... something else, nothing he's experienced. But genuine, heartfelt, and very appreciated.

It's a bit foolish, he thinks. They hardly know each other. This is only the second time they've spoken (third, if the text conversation counts). But Ignis thinks it wouldn't be terribly bad to have this sort of company. ]

You owe me nothing, I assure you. [ His smile is soft, and while he can't see her, his expression is directed toward the sound of her voice. ]

But-- [ Ignis lifts his head. ]

There is a plate on the counter here somewhere, with a clear wrapping on top. Would you bring it to me?