Adam stared at Ignis's innocent, beaming face—the utter trust shining in her eyes as she talked about the ancient being who had nearly killed them both.
'This girl...' He reached out, his hands cupping her cheeks. Her skin was warm, flushed with her usual fiery energy, and surprisingly soft beneath his calloused fingers.
"Ignis," Adam said, gently squishing her cheeks between his palms. "You really trust him that easily?"
Ignis's words came out muffled and distorted as her face was compressed. "Mmm hmm! He ith good! He gave me funny potions and weird shiny ballth, and when I drank them, I got thtronger!"
Adam's hands paused mid-squish. "Wait. You drank something he gave you? Without checking?"
"Theyr weren't danth-erouth!" Ignis insisted, though her muffled protest was somewhat undermined by the fact that Adam was still kneading her face like bread dough.
