When the vines started to make their way up from the ground and wind around Nell's feet her fingers, her limbs, Gladio couldn't help but tense, just slightly, ans put his attention there, with watchful caution. It was , so he was sure everything would be fine, but in the off chance that it wasn't, he planned to be prepared.

But Nell was relaxed and so were the vines, so Gladio relaxed, too (a little), and whether it was twenty minutes or two hours, he was perfectly content in just letting her soak it up for as long as she might want or need.

When she finally did come around in that dreamy state and spoke, he snorted faintly, fondly.

"Yeah," he quietly said back, leaning in to gently nudge her shoulder with his. "I could tell. Good thing I'm not the jealous type, huh?"