Watching the paper burn into ash sends a wave of sadness that Ignis never felt before. With the way how things are planned for the future, he might as well be watching himself...

Ravus' voice brings him back from his thoughts and he accepts the lighter with a gentle nod. He wants to ask him how does he feel but, perhaps it's better not to. Even doing this, Ignis doubts that anything will make the pain feel better. Bearable, maybe.

"Yes." Lady Lunafreya had definitively received the prayer.

There is a moment of silence as they make their way over the sand, cold wind of the evening blowing into their backs as if sending them on their way back home.

"...May I interest you in a cup of warm tea?" Ignis asks with a gentle smile.