We might not be strangers, but it doesn't mean they're welcome.

[ He says simply. He and Prompto will go on, of course -- they always do. It doesn't mean it won't be keenly felt. His arm is possessive around him, and he exhales softly, tucking Ignis against his shoulder. ]

C'mon, rest. We'll handle this when morning comes. I'll put in the proposal for chief security officer, and we'll see where we go from there.