When Noct's fingers dig into his shirt, he knows something's wrong. Something about the memory. It will probably end soon... Ignis grits his teeth as he holds even tighter onto him. He wants to ask if there was a way to make sure he'll wake up when the soft 'yip' resonates through this weightless place.

"Hmm?" Ignis peers over at the phone, a small smile now tugging on Ignis' lips. Carbuncle. Ignis remembers the figurine, standing next to Noct's bed at all times. Keeping the nightmares away.

His hand rests over the phone and Noct's fingers, giving a small nod.

"Thank you, Carbuncle."

From the sound of it, Ignis will have to leave Noct, any moment now. And he has to brace for it because, once they are out, he needs to get them to the ship, fast.