"If I come down there with a firebird on my shoulder, I suspect your shower is going to become a sauna in the worst way imaginable," Ignis pauses a short way away to lift Rory from his shoulder and then to send her off so she can find a new place to perch for a short time. Unsurprisingly, she perches nearby, still wary of the new arrival who is hanging around her human so much.

Look, she's willing to die for him. She just doesn't know Gladio is the last person who would put him in any danger.

Once Rory is settled, Ignis makes his way over to the shower, stopping to remove his shirt, shoes and socks before they have a chance to get wet. The pants can stay. They're due a washing anyway.

"All right, show me this wonder you've created," Ignis has a smile on his face when he speaks, but Gladio isn't the only one who has tension coiling under the surface of his words and actions. The Advisor lets his arms settle loosely across his chest as he speaks, but his right hand moves to rub at his left shoulder, unconsciously drawing attention to the faint patterning of white lines that still cover his left arm, shoulder, and the left side of his neck. The remains of the burns he got from the Oolicks are fading, but in the meantime, they still match unsettlingly well with the scars he has from wearing the ring.