He's not running himself ragged on purpose. Ignis is used to there only being him and a team of children to care for. So this included fighting, healing, cooking and foraging. But since Madoka has basically enforced rests on missions and helped with cooking (plus he has Bucky this time out to help with that) it's become a little easier to breathe. So when his daughter takes his hand, the advisor knows it's for his own good though he can list about fifteen reasons off the top of his head why he shouldn't and more needs to be done. But he also is more than aware that the list will never end.

It's weird being on the beach again though this time it's sandy and he's breathing in and out. The water is calmer, the monsters are more than likely resting and preparing for another assault later in the evening. But that is the rest he's taking now too, much as it's taken quite the toll on him already.

"Alright." Ignis agreed to Madoka's demand of a half hour. But when she sits next to him, his head tilts to the side. "What is it you wish to tell me?"