It hasn't been difficult to see that Drake has been flagging for most of the day, though he's valiantly fighting against it. Ignis hadn't been used to this kind of labour at first, though he's rallied since, but this doesn't look like the same kind of problem and he finds himself casting more frequent glances over at the man as the day wears on.

When Drake sets the beam down, Ignis is close enough to him that he can see the way his arms shake. He isn't sure if he should interfere, but he's seen it, and he won't forgive himself if Drake suffers some kind of injury because he said nothing.

"Drake," he calls, setting down his own work and taking a few steps over. "Why don't we take a break."