[While he tried to disentangle overly clingly tentacles, Ardyn held out his right arm without question; there was just the usual scars and phoenix tattoo.]

It's alright. Relatively alright. We are not in imminent danger, the entire Glaive's here with us, there are no power or memory-based problems, and no one is trying to convince us to throttle each other.

...Also, the fish thing should be temporary once this dimensional nonsense is stabilized.