( everything is awful, a story told in seven parts. yet here is saoirse, trying to correct some of that awfulness and do something nice for someone she cares for even if she's still hiding away in starkhaven. and who better to help than a friend of prompto's from his home? )

Ignis? Hello, ah... it's Saoirse. ( it's clear, wherever she is, it is near the water. the sound of a rushing river, of crickets and frogs. ) You must forgive me for the lack of conversation we've shared since your arrival but I had a thought. One that I hope you might could help me with.