Prompto's tail curls around his own, and Ravus feels his ridiculous heart kick up to a rabbit-quick pace. The gesture should feel alien, and yet it's like he's known the feeling his whole life, and what it means. A mundane, but loving intimacy. Like holding hands, or curling up together. It leaves him warm and flushed, happily so. The peace that settles over him with worked muscles, the rush of clean water, and Prompto's heat against his skin is pleasantly addicting already.

“You needn't have such doubts,” Ravus assures him, settling a hand on the boy's back again. Just like before, he rubs the still developing wings as he speaks. “Ever. But full glad am I to know I can ease them, even temporarily. However, and whenever, you need me, I am here to remind you of that.”

Leaning in, he kisses amidst the golden crown of Prompto's hair, and rumbles low and deep.

“You must promise me to remember that. Should you ever worry, you will come to me, and I will be your courage, your assurance, once again.” It would make him beyond happy to be that for Prompto. To be strong in his eyes, to have such noble use. A purpose to be proud of, and in turn, earn him the blond's affections properly.