[Ignis' daggers are sheathed at his hips, one at each side. There is no that ethereal space here for him to summon him from there, but somehow they were on his person when he arrived here, for which he was glad. He wasn't sure if he'd be very useful without them.

They will train, they have time for it. But before they can focus on that it's good to rehash whatever information they have about this place.]

Marshal had told me at the banquet last night about Prompto, but he hadn't mentioned lady Lunafreya or His Majesty. [Ignis looks worried, his brows creasing into a deep frown as he thinks about it. He can't recall any type of magic from home that could do this. And this place- it nullified their old powers and given them new.]

I do not know of any magicks that can bring back the dead or turn back the time. I've never come across anything like this in all my years of studying. [He shakes his head.] I honestly do not know. [There is a long pause where he debates whether to ask more about it or no- it's a painful subject for Noct, talking about his father. And Lunafreya...]

May I ask- how- how did they look like? Were they missing anything? Injured, perhaps?