Gladio sighs heavily, breath wavering as he collapses back down on the stack of wood he's been using as a bench. "Oh thank gods." An exhale more than words and then he's quiet for a long moment. Iggy read it. There was confirmation of that, at least.

"You don't..." Is that really what he wants to say? He's not sure what he should say, what will make this easiest for Ignis. "... have to say anything, Iggy." And there's the resignation he was expecting, soft and defeated.

"I'm fine. I mean... I'll be fine." He has to be, there's nothing else to do.