There Ravus goes, checking him for a fever. Oh, no, Prompto thinks with a wince, he must feel hot. But not a feverish sort. Only thing he can do is hope and pray that the big fellow has no idea what it could be from. For now, it seems, he doesn't.

Carry him. Yeah, that- "Huh? Wh-"

Before Prompto can complete the question, he's being swept right up into Ravus' arms. Held, cradled close to his body, with his face right by those incredible tits. If the blond was running warm before, now he's on fire. He squawks with shock, going absolutely limp. Just...Utterly short-circuited. Enough so that when asked if Ravus should inform the others, he just nods dumbly. "Y-yeah..." He manages, once again not at all realizing the absolute death by boyfriends he just signed off on. As if he isn't already deceased.

They will rib at him over this for weeks.