After the talk that he had with Prompto, Ignis was decidedly at the library every day when he's not training or doing grocery shopping and cooking. He had promised to himself (and his blond friend) that he will research from bottom to top and try to find anything he can that they can use in the future. That they can use to stop the six-damned Prophecy.

But more often than not, his thoughts wander off the same way his Moogle wanders off, trying to look for books on shelves Ignis can't reach. It is as much of his fault for a collision as hers. He shouldn't have been standing in the middle of the section, staring at the books but not seeing them.

"My apologies," Ignis says, crouching down to pick up the book that was knocked out of her hands and handing it back. "I was in your way."