A frown crosses Ignis' face when he hears the sounds of Prompto's efforts--as weak as they are--to move toward him. The blonde should be resting, not trying to move and he's about to say as much when Gladio solves the problem for them by scooping Prompto up and carrying him toward the bedroom. Ignis has no issues with them using the bed, and he's well aware of the fact that Prompto and Gladio have much to talk about, especially after all that happened at the beach party.

They have things to talk about. Ignis isn't sure he has a place in that conversation, honestly, and as a result, doesn't make any effort to get up from the floor right away. He strongly suspects that Prompto will find it easier to be honest with fewer people around, but at the same time, the blonde had seemed very insistent about them all talking--enough that he was trying to move despite how much it hurt him.

With a sigh, Ignis pulls himself back to his feet, wincing when his knees make it clear they are already becoming affected by the flowers' growth. It's probably a good thing Gladio's not here to see him try to stand. When he comes back to finish sorting the supplies, he's going to have to find some different way of positioning himself lest he find himself the next person Gladio is carrying around.

When he finally makes it into the bedroom, he settles with his back against one wall and then waits for either Gladio or Prompto to begin.