While Prompto's quiet might be cause for worry, a quick glance down reveals the uncharacteristic silence is a peaceful one. The blond looks almost serene watching the world go by, and Ravus feels a stirring deep in his chest. His heart seems convinced to do odd little flutters in his chest. It doesn't help that approval radiates from where Thul curls around his soul, like he himself can feel the warmth of the sun on his scales as Ravus does on his own skin. The others have insisted the woods are no place to live, but it's hard to deny the beauty of it all as the river shimmers before them.

"It is peaceful. I admit, while it left me with far too much time in my own head... I did not mind seeing the beauty of living things, so untouched by the staining, black ink of human hands. It reminded me of home." Tenebrae and its vast, ever-wild forests were always a far dream while trapped in the glacial hell of Niflheim.

Gently, Ravus sets Prompto down on his feet, and makes sure the coat settles over his shoulders properly. His hands skim down, settling low on Prompto's shoulders.

"It will do. You needn't have anything to fear this far from Town. But if you wish for me to walk the perimeter, I can. Otherwise, we should not dally. We've already burned plenty of daylight, and we have lessons to make up for."