"Yeah," he smiles faintly. "Though I'm starting to wonder if I had it since Tenebrae." And he doesn't mean a recent visit, either. Not with that nostalgic glint in his eye. Also, yeah, he still doesn't like Leviathan all that much. But he knows better than to curse Her name. Though something in the back of his mind wonders what the harm in it would be. Her suddenly appearing in Vaikuntha?

"Shiva was Gentiana all along," he finally explains, ignoring the look in favor of finishing his tea.

Though he's silently glad Ignis doesn't insist on a nap in the infirmary, handing him the cup once it's drained. Again, hating that he's right but not bothering to argue. He's too tired to do so and the type of tea in particular was already lulling him to sleep as it is.

...No word from Prompto.