Showing off implies the fact any of this is coordinated outside his natural (and now partially dragon influenced) instincts to be of service. Prompto needs someone to push him, and Ravus is hear to facilitate. The floundering is confusing, but not unworkable. So he kneels down when Prompto practically flops to the ground, graceless as a newborn fawn,

"Hm, perhaps being rooted inside and without your usual exercise has weakened your immune system some after all." The concern is there, low burning in his voice, as he sweeps a hand up to Prompto's forehead to feel for a fever. While he doesn't believe the sick bit, that doesn't mean it can't be coming on.

"I'll carry you," he says after finding only a bit of heat against the back of his hand. The start of a fever maybe? Or just embarrassed? Ravus thinks he might flush a bit if someone also witnessed him so clumsy. He's missing the unsubtle gay context by a mile, sorry, Prom.

And when he says he'll carry him, he does mean it. Immediately. The blond is pulled to his bare chest while Ravus gathers him and the cloak up. Detangling the rest of the blankets, he rises like Prompto weighs absolutely nothing cradled in his arms. Really, the boy is so slight with the assistance of his bloodline, magitek, and natural strength he may as well actually weigh nothing.

"Shall I inform the others that I am borrowing your time for a bit?"