Ignis was already halfway to the door when three hands caught his arm at once.
"Must you go?" Nova's voice trembled.
"The others can handle it!" Aveline added sharply, though her spear wavered slightly in her other hand, "Yeah… let them. It's not like the whole stronghold depends on you alone."
Mira's eyes pleaded with him without offering a word, soft and warm, but also heavy with unspoken fear at the same time.
Ignis looked at the three of them and couldn't help but laugh. A short, dry chuckle. "Wives, you're far too shortsighted. If I don't show up, what am I supposed to say later? 'Sorry, my wives cooked too tasty a dinner'? You'd make us turn into traitors."
That earned him three grim faces in return.
Until Mira squared her shoulder. "Then if you go, we go too."
