I hear... running water,but it's... it must be regulated here. A dam? This must be a river. How odd for a cave...

[In hindsight, Ignis had passed through shops and disrepaired spires to the pathways along the river. He stopped just before one of the bridges-- thank God, they were a death trap even for those who could see-- before Prompto had answered him.

There he is, looking out for him more than Ignis knows. It's a shame he wasn't there just yet, because Ignis might just be smiling.]

I'm not going anywhere, Prompto. Do not rush yourself.