You've Got Something on Your Face

"Talk" Walk

Ignis shrugged as a sheepish grin appeared. The thought of getting his first battle scars in a fight had always appealed to him. His uncle had a bunch of scars, and he had always they were cool. Now he would have his own to show off, and he'd wear them proudly. Of course...he also had no choice now. The scars would be there whether he wanted them or not. Rhyme explained what might have to be done, and Ignis nodded along in silence. He had absolutely no idea what any of that stuff was, so he just followed after Rhyme to do what needed to be done. He was careful now when he moved, not wanting to further agitate the headache that began to loom over him, threatening to make his head pound harder than it was. His mind began to replay the fight with the tiger, and he started to wonder what he could have done differently that maybe would have had different results.