Oh, they had until dawn, still plenty of time for stars and stargazing.

"Quite the astute observationalist," Ignis complimented, grinning back and treating that particular specification with a nip at her lower lip, "as always."

And that would seem like all he would deign to say in the matter, choosing more kisses and brushing back her hair instead. But as he pulled back and down in search of that favorite little hollow of her throat, he murmured, "I've been without Ebony and survived just fine."

Well. Debatable. But not the point he was making.