Ravus watches the various blankets and sheets fall away to reveal the drastic changes that have come on quickly for the blond. Last he'd noted, those spikes hadn't been nearly so intrusive, and the scales are much thicker where he can see them rising from Prompto's skin.
Glancing down at himself, Ravus can't say he's surprised. The changes are becoming more rapid, evolving and growing like a virus that infects them all. He can't say he's altogether pleased about the more intense changes like the long tail set with neural spines. Or the fact most of his belly and groin are now covered in dense, plush fur that he must brush and maintain. The horns are seriously causing him neck cramps too.
But for all the changes, Ravus has simply... Dealt with it. What more can he do? He's never much cared how anyone has viewed his body, but it seems that isn't the case with Prompto. A twinge of guilt plucks at his heart seeing just how much it's hurting him too. The boy wears his emotions like all the gaudy patches on his favorite vest.
Subconsciously, his tail lashes, thumping against the door frame.
“You are concerned your changes may be even less appealing than anyone else?” Ravus tilts his head, genuinely curious where this stems from. “If so, I assure you, none who judge you will have any grounds to stand on. And if they thought to trouble you over it, I would defend your honor to the last. Whatever your appearance, your character speaks far greater of you.”
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Glancing down at himself, Ravus can't say he's surprised. The changes are becoming more rapid, evolving and growing like a virus that infects them all. He can't say he's altogether pleased about the more intense changes like the long tail set with neural spines. Or the fact most of his belly and groin are now covered in dense, plush fur that he must brush and maintain. The horns are seriously causing him neck cramps too.
But for all the changes, Ravus has simply... Dealt with it. What more can he do? He's never much cared how anyone has viewed his body, but it seems that isn't the case with Prompto. A twinge of guilt plucks at his heart seeing just how much it's hurting him too. The boy wears his emotions like all the gaudy patches on his favorite vest.
Subconsciously, his tail lashes, thumping against the door frame.
“You are concerned your changes may be even less appealing than anyone else?” Ravus tilts his head, genuinely curious where this stems from. “If so, I assure you, none who judge you will have any grounds to stand on. And if they thought to trouble you over it, I would defend your honor to the last. Whatever your appearance, your character speaks far greater of you.”