Thank you, and please don't be hard on yourself. If I had to actually mention it, that means I must be doing something right when it comes to adapting to my condition.

[Ignis has always figured the scars would be a dead giveaway that he was blind, but maybe his sunglasses do a better job of covering them than he though. Well, as much as he hated asking, things do seem to have turned out okay. He follows the instructions exactly as Guzma gave them and is soon settled comfortably on the ground.]

I'm good, thank you. Please don't worry about the cutlery. I've been making do mostly with a knife and my hands since I arrived. After all, it's not my hands that don't work, it's my eyes.

[A joke like that would usually be delivered completely deadpan, but since he's only just met Guzma, Ignis seems to have mercy on him and makes the amusement clear in his voice.]

It sounds like you are both good for each other. But I'm afraid there is one question you neglected to answer for me. What exactly is a Torchic?