Ignis' hands, shiftinv and searching through a dresser drawer, stopped at that. The pause lingered, before his head turned her way. Just for a moment, and he turned back, selecting a pair of silken pajamas with, almost purely out of coincidence, a deep purple paisley pattern on them.

"You wouldn't have had to," he said, probably unnecessarily, "but I appreciate that.

"These," he then said, handing the pajamas out for her, "have always fit a bit snug, so I'm sure they'll be a suitable enough fit."