Ignis looked at Gladio. He had a lot of reservations, some of which he wouldn't say out loud, such as the embarrassment he'd feel if he were to drag everyone out to such an out of the way place only to find he was unworthy of the Fayth. Their time was undoubtedly better spent on other ventures.

But there was such an appeal to it, to the very idea of communing with some centuries old spirit to beg its power. Even just visiting the Fayth, that experience of meeting one, was alluring.

And Phoenix. The name held meaning, and connotations. An Aeon of rebirth and life, a fire elemental that liked healers. It did sound just right for him.

When he did finally speak, it was in Lucian. "You're sure you don't object? You have much more significant people to guard than me."