[It's funny, how a pair of daggers already make him feel so much more at ease. Like the comforting warmth of a jacket on a rainy day. Ignis takes them both, flipping them in his fingers to readjust to the weight. Probably a spear would be better for the range it gives him, the hunting he imagines he will have to do...]

[But something about daggers is far more comforting.]

Even so. The existence of the Armiger is an utter boon just by itself. [He raises an eyebrow at Noctis.] Or would you like to haul around both of those swords constantly all on your own?

Well, by all means.