Turning back around, the advisor debated. Did he ask if the other needed help or not? Maybe he was lost? Inwardly he sighed because he was turning into Noctis with this kind of thing. The others went along with whatever the king decided was the right thing to do and were his support, a role Ignis had always played.

Here was different and idly he wondered what Noctis would do if he were here. Mind games and ambiguity weren't his own personal thing, but he had to start somewhere. He highly doubted being good and helping others would get him home any faster but he decided he would start with the basics with another sigh at himself. So he would just ask one question.

"Are you alright?"