[He doesn't have to say it out loud. Even before Noctis reaches out to brush his fingers just beneath the healing wounds, of course Ignis knows precisely what he means. Neither of them has been able to say the word outright. Even Ignis himself hasn't been able to bring himself to use the word "blind," temporary or otherwise.
It makes it too real. He's simply compromised for the time being, that's all.
Except that isn't all, and he knows that they'll both regret it if he doesn't let Noct try. Altissia's best healers had already done all they could-- but none of them were of the line of Lucis.
[It means more than Noctis has words for to hear Ignis say that - not that ordinarily Noct has any doubt about Ignis' trust, but this is different, and so much has gone wrong...
He makes a noise of acknowledgement before carefully removing Ignis' glasses and gently placing his fingers back on Ignis' temples. He just looks at the gnarled mess that is his friend's left eye in particular for a moment before he swallows down the new fountain of apologies that threatens to burst forth and closes his eyes, reaching deep for his magic.
The blue glow is visible even through Noct's closed eyelids, and he feels the tingle of its work, but try as he might, he can find no way to begin to restore that which is broken - it's all too well sealed now with scarring. Whatever happened to Ignis reached deep and though Noctis strains until his hands tremble and his head spins and throbs, he can't seem to reach any knot he can undo. At best, all he can manage is perhaps easing residual pains or muscle strain and speeding any remaining mending of tissue or fixing any remaining bruises.
Even so, he tries until either Ignis stops him or he simply can't anymore and is left to slump against his friend lest he fall over. His forehead is damp with sweat, and his vision is blurred and swimming with exhaustion, and everything hurts in the way it only does when he has used too much magic, but it isn't enough.
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It makes it too real. He's simply compromised for the time being, that's all.
Except that isn't all, and he knows that they'll both regret it if he doesn't let Noct try. Altissia's best healers had already done all they could-- but none of them were of the line of Lucis.
He swallows hard, nodding.]
I trust you.
[As he always has. As he always will.]
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He makes a noise of acknowledgement before carefully removing Ignis' glasses and gently placing his fingers back on Ignis' temples. He just looks at the gnarled mess that is his friend's left eye in particular for a moment before he swallows down the new fountain of apologies that threatens to burst forth and closes his eyes, reaching deep for his magic.
The blue glow is visible even through Noct's closed eyelids, and he feels the tingle of its work, but try as he might, he can find no way to begin to restore that which is broken - it's all too well sealed now with scarring. Whatever happened to Ignis reached deep and though Noctis strains until his hands tremble and his head spins and throbs, he can't seem to reach any knot he can undo. At best, all he can manage is perhaps easing residual pains or muscle strain and speeding any remaining mending of tissue or fixing any remaining bruises.
Even so, he tries until either Ignis stops him or he simply can't anymore and is left to slump against his friend lest he fall over. His forehead is damp with sweat, and his vision is blurred and swimming with exhaustion, and everything hurts in the way it only does when he has used too much magic, but it isn't enough.
It isn't enough.
(It's never going to be enough.) ]