[Izunia is just quite calmly working over the stove, in contrast. He's shed the thick black coat, but the rest of him is still dressed rather formally, black dress shirt's sleeves shoved up to his elbows as he stirs a delicious-smelling pot.

In contrast to Prompto's immediate anxiety, he seems to be in a fairly good mood.]

We had a fight that was a long time coming, for not ever telling me that he was absorbing the scourge instead of healing it, and I'm fine, it will take far more than a kick in the ribs to do me in, and even if it didn't, I'm quite as capable of making curatives as Noctis.

[He gives the pot a final stir before coming away from the stove, instead sitting at his usual table, which is occupied by...

A cat carrier? A cat carrier, and a small bowl of chopped meat, and, indeed, a fluffy grey kitty.]

Oh good, she's eating.