[Ignis' expression is unreadable as he looks at Carlisle, his current affliction all but forgotten despite the flickering shadows encroaching on the corners of his vision.]

Easy... You should sit. [It's as gently as he's even spoken to the man - not pity, but a genuine concern for his expression and the way he moves as if in pain, the way the glow in his eyes suddenly brightens.]

You may have given up but she will not give up on you. I know she cares for you, as reticent as she can be in showing it.