Prompto is exceedingly lucky in the fact Ravus is too caught up in his concern to deduce that he's the problem here. Which, to Ravus, amounts to a frustrating feeling of uselessness. Sitting here fussing is clearly not helping, and the blond has suddenly lost his usual chattiness. Fine, he was always better with actions instead of words.

So he simply nods, and carries Prompto to the kitchen, where the rest of his friends seem to be getting ready for breakfast.

"I am borrowing him. We will return shortly," he says, brief, but not unkind as he inclines his head as a way of saying goodbye. Then he's back on his mission, carrying the slight frame of his feverish companion. Out the door with no further explanation from Ravus himself. Down towards the river they go, Ravus picking his way through the underbrush to find a secluded spot. Prompto had been worried about prying eyes, and not so long ago Ravus had found the perfect spot to accommodate that. At least until Gladio and Ignis had tracked him down. But now seems like the perfect time for a revisit.

"Will this do?" Ravus asks, gaze set on the sheen of morning light dancing on the river's surface. "I dare say it is as secluded as one might get."