As instructed, Ravus turns away. His arms are crossed before his chest, tail swaying a bit with his thoughts. He knows the boy is rather shy, so he'll respect this arrangement, but doesn't quite understand the whole thing. Not until suddenly it's his turn. He glances back at Prompto, and as his claws falls to the belts at his waist, there's suddenly a spike of something uneasy straight into the pit of his stomach. A sense of shame that has nothing to do with Prompto, and everything to do with the fact he's never intentionally let anyone see his body in any kinder context before. It's always been with a sense of dehumanization, something he simply accepted, and forcibly quieted down the riotous feelings of unease it brought up.

Ravus breathes in deep, fights down that wave of unpleasantness, and unbuckles his pants. If there's at least one part of these changes he's very suddenly grateful for, it's that there's a dense layer of long white fur that keeps most of his groin covered.

He slips into the water once's bare, and sinks down to sit along the edge, leaned forward to keep his spines from rubbing against the bank. The water is cold this time of year, but the shock of it along his skin is a dousing of clarity Ravus appreciates. He's fine. They are fine.

"You may look now," said perhaps a touch softer than he might normally.