"What If..."

Corvus was admittedly feeling a bit weird himself after the raid. He hadn't put up a real fight, not like some of the other warriors in Abaven, but he'd still won in his own way, he supposed, which was really what mattered. Part of him regretting going after Ignis in the first place. He was his friend, wasn't he? It hadn't been fair of him to be annoyed, especially when Ignis had warned him of Acere's plan to raid Abaven, before he'd even sent a messenger here to explain what was going on. Theory had even reminded him what a nice gesture that was, and he agreed.. but why did he feel vaguely annoyed over the whole thing still? If Ignis was here still, if he'd never left Abaven, things wouldn't be this way - he was sure of it. But there was no changing the fact that Ignis was part of Winterfell and not Abaven, no matter how much he wanted things to be different.

Though his mind hadn't been directly on his friend when his call arrived, all at once he felt his attention shift directly to him. He wasn't too far from here, judging by the sound of his call - just north of Serpent Plains - and he didn't hesitate in heading toward the sound of his voice. He wasn't quite sure what Ignis wanted, but his nerves were audible in his voice, something that only exacerbated Corvus's own nerves. Why was he nervous, anyway? He was embarrassed about how he'd lashed out at him, but likewise felt as though he might be too stubborn to apologize. He felt his head spinning with thoughts as he trekked to the cliffs, only slowing when Ignis came into view. Swallowing hard, he loped towards him. "Oh, hey," he greeted him, feigning a kind of relaxed demeanor that he just wasn't capable of feeling at the moment.