"Thank you," Ignis' voice is soft enough that his words would have easily been missed had they not been gathered so close together. This little spell, fit, whatever it should be called, has left him exhausted and he has no intention of saying more unless someone specifically asks it of him. Instead, all he wants to do is soak in the warmth and comfort surrounding him on all sides.

If he's lucky, it will be enough to chase away the void he's been losing himself to lately for a little longer.