[ Ah. Well. Ignis does blush slightly at that, but honestly Noctis sounds half-asleep. If there's a point at which he can get away with outrageous sappiness, it's now. ]

It's about a fisherman who has to leave for the day while it's still dark out, thinking of his lover at home in bed. How he misses her face and wishes he could be at her side, and thinking he's jealous of the birds that sit outside their window because they'll be with her when she wakes up and he won't.

[ And he clears his throat quietly. ]

It's a traditional, but I know the feeling.