Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

If the reminder of how absolutely adrift he felt without the sound of her voice hadn't already caused Ignis to tighten his arm around Liliana, this recollection of unpleasant truths would have inspired the same reaction. Without her voice there to distract him from them, he was left to wade through the thoughts in his own head, often failing to win arguments with himself that there was nothing to worry about with this sudden loss of voice, and what may have been the cause behind it.

The tightness in his chest matched the tight grip he had on her rather well, didn't it? And he wasn't one prone to delaying things, usually, but he kissed Liliana again to do just that.

"Well," he said, after a moment when he was done, "I certainly hope you're not looking for an apology for it, because you won't find one."

With a great deal of reluctance, he pulled himself away, except for one hand, which drifted down her arm and tethered itself to hers while he went to reach for her robe, to bring it over and help her into it.

"Shall we go lie down?"