There's a distinct lack of reaction from the silver, at first. Prompto is a flighty thing, and Ravus has ultimately learned to tamp down base reactions to that in general. Beyond that, his gaze flicks only briefly to follow the falling of the sheet, but doesn't linger on any one spot on Prompto for very long. His gaze is evaluating, but objectively. There are scars, and spines, and scale marks that define him now, and Ravus makes note of them internally. Maybe somewhere he notes that the scars are distinct, and perhaps more than expected. Things to ask about later, because Ravus does tend to find the stories of scars interesting (and if he were more honest with himself: attractive).
What does move him is that fact Prompto keens as though he's in pain. Just as his lack of reaction a moment ago had been instantaneously decided, so is this. Ravus is quite suddenly at Prompto's side, concern in the furrowed line of his brow. Ravus hadn't believed the sick angle earlier, but he hadn't accounted for potential growing injuries from the rapid changes to their bodies either. After all, his own have ripped open a good portion of his back and spine. As is typical of himself though, Ravus has not bothered to acknowledge the discomfort.
"I had not realized you felt so strongly about this." He doesn't quite understand the disdain in Prompto's voice, but if it's enough to cause such distress, Ravus doesn't feel right bearing the guilt, and forcing Prompto to continue. He's a strict instructor, but he's not Drautos.
Still, in the back of his mind, Thul rumbles about being too soft. A thought Ravus feels more than hears. Ravus' own thoughts push back against the heavy thunderheads of Thul's personality. Yet instead of resistance, he feels compromise. Something he voices aloud to Prompto.
"If training would cause more harm than improvement, it is wasted time and effort. Best to conserve your strength, in body and mind, then. Still, you should not wallow and let yourself be mired in misery. We can find somewhere private to at least get you fresh air and some stretching. I will not allow anyone else close, unless you deem yourself fit."
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What does move him is that fact Prompto keens as though he's in pain. Just as his lack of reaction a moment ago had been instantaneously decided, so is this. Ravus is quite suddenly at Prompto's side, concern in the furrowed line of his brow. Ravus hadn't believed the sick angle earlier, but he hadn't accounted for potential growing injuries from the rapid changes to their bodies either. After all, his own have ripped open a good portion of his back and spine. As is typical of himself though, Ravus has not bothered to acknowledge the discomfort.
"I had not realized you felt so strongly about this." He doesn't quite understand the disdain in Prompto's voice, but if it's enough to cause such distress, Ravus doesn't feel right bearing the guilt, and forcing Prompto to continue. He's a strict instructor, but he's not Drautos.
Still, in the back of his mind, Thul rumbles about being too soft. A thought Ravus feels more than hears. Ravus' own thoughts push back against the heavy thunderheads of Thul's personality. Yet instead of resistance, he feels compromise. Something he voices aloud to Prompto.
"If training would cause more harm than improvement, it is wasted time and effort. Best to conserve your strength, in body and mind, then. Still, you should not wallow and let yourself be mired in misery. We can find somewhere private to at least get you fresh air and some stretching. I will not allow anyone else close, unless you deem yourself fit."