"Oh, Ignis," Alcuin said, sounding surprised. "But you are. Your friendship is such comfort to me, and besides..." He hesitated, not knowing quite how to explain this. "I cannot tell you whether it is simply my nature, or an affect of how I've spent so much of my life, but - I like being useful, I like making other people happy. Making them feel good." At least, people he liked. He would have spent his entire existence making Anafiel feel good.