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WHO: Ignis and Colin. Ignis and OPEN.
WHAT: Ignis suffers the affects of the illness - Which for Ignis means non-stop battle training.
WHEN: During the Flu Season Plot.
WHERE: Gallows Training Ground / Closed Comment to Colin takes place in Colin's shop
NOTES: The prose has some small spoilers for Episode Ignis

He wasn't useless. He couldn't be useless, and yet when he had found himself on the ground under a Rift he could do little more than cower behind shields conjured by Saoirse and let her and Prompto take on the demons alone. He had to learn how to listen for the demons here, because while they were similar to daemons in a lot of ways there were enough differences to be wary. He needed to learn the patterns of their behavior and the noises that left them.

There was nothing that could honestly prepare him for that battle though, other than doing it. Right now, that meant getting used to the way his blades worked now. They didn't move exactly the same way they had back home. Traveling through the Rift had fundamentally changed them and he needed to get used to the way the Runes changed the weight in them.

He was trying not to feel utterly frustrated by his situation. He had never once regretted putting on the Ring of the Lucii to protect and he wasn't about to let this new world make him feel that way now. So he used this surprising amount of energy he somehow had found to train.

And train.

And train.

That's where he can be found during nearly this entire illness. The first days he focuses on how the blades feel and ropes anyone willing to train with him.

Then, he just doesn't stop. Not to sleep, anyway. He can be coaxed into eating something, and there a moments when he disappears for a couple hours and comes back smelling of spices and food. Then it's back to training.

[For Colin]

It's the first day of the illness, when he doesn't realize that it's more than finding a good wind. He had spent the morning on the training grounds and then had wandered a bit around the Gallow's proper. The smell of good cooking is what lead him to Colin's shop. There was a strange sense of ache at the scent of good food.

He had enjoyed cooking well enough and he knew he had a good talent for it. It hadn't been something he had thought to do for his entire life before, though. It had been something he could do to care for Noctis. Noctis was... missing now. And he certainly wasn't in this new world. That should mean that Ignis didn't have a reason to want to cook now.

And yet that exact desire lead him into Colin's place. He thinks he'll just taste what is being offered. He's itching to get back out to train and isn't sure that he can sit still long enough to eat a proper meal.

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"How long has he been here?" Ignis asks. He already understands that this place functions as sort of a pocket dimension and that the timelines of Rifters sometimes don't match up, but he hasn't thought to ask Prompto outright about his experiences just yet. He wanted to give the blond time to readjust to having him near.

Saoirse, however, seemed reliable in her desire to give Prompto the best that she could. She would be reliable in providing answers about his stay in Thedas as well.

"I met him toward the end of Bloomingtide," she breathes out in thought. Oh, right. "That is the fifth month in our twelve month calendar. I am not sure of his exact arrival as I was absent from the city when we first came but it will be a year soon then based on our first meeting at least."

He isn't certainly not wrong in that regard. She is, in fact, determined in her desires toward his happiness. It was the very least she could do after all he had done for her in the same regard.

At being told it had been a year Ignis is visibly surprised. He usually keeps better control of his emotions but he hadn't been expecting it to have been that long.

It made sense though, the more he thought about it. Prompto had managed to master using a bow. Prompto was capable but that still had to be a sign of a long time on Thedas.

"I see," he commented after regaining his composure. "I should learn your calendar. I've focused on politics and history but day to day things are an important part of cultural identity."

She cannot help her silence at his surprise. It must have been a hard fact to swallow when, for him, it had not appeared that way back home. Adjusting her pack, she hums thoughtfully and makes an agreeable sound to his suggestion.

"Yes, of course, there's also our holidays and celebrations. Though even that depends on the country you are in. Thankfully, we Marchers are not as extravagant as Orlais."

He is happy to find that he knows what countries she speaks of, if the Free Marches can really be considered a country. He's retaining the information he's gaining about Thedas, even as it seems to be an endless amount of facts to learn.

"Tell me about them, if you don't mind. Perhaps start with your favorite?" Holidays could tell you a lot about what a culture valued.