A stove, a kettle, and a hot cup of tea is all I need, Prompto. We'll work out my sleeping arrangements when we get there.

[All Ignis wants to do is frown at how quick Prompto gets back on edge. He was one to worry, but... not this much. Never this much.

He threads his fingers through Prompto's and gives a tight, reassuring squeeze.] I'm not going anywhere, and I'm certainly not letting you out of my... [ha, ha, sights.] ... Why don't you tell me about the pictures you've taken here?