"Ohh. This is where the guys found you. I remember tipping them off after I saw you sitting all alone out here." There's a quiet, pleased huff deep somewhere within- Sjerit, still happy about her host's decision to do that, and making a point to remind him.

Prompto feels the gentle tugs at his heart when Ravus explains how this place reminds him of home. Home, Tenebrae, not the fields Niflheim, permanently encased in ice. How much, the boy wonders, did his companion long for home? When did it become exhausting? Did he ever lose hope?? "Tenebrae was one of the most beautiful places I ever saw. I...Wish I'd had the time to capture it in photographs."

He gazes up at Ravus once securely on the ground, cheeks heating up with the proximity, the fussing, the gentle touch around his shoulders. Those aggravating, sensitive, and admittedly deformed wing....Things shudder with sensation of touch being anywhere near them.

"Y-yeah. Training sounds good. Let's do it." Anything to focus his mind. Get active again, and spend his anxious energy. Whatever Ravus throws his way in terms of drills, Prompto will meet with his usual gusto, even when there's a little rust to shake off at first.