Ravus tilts his head one way, and then the other. He thinks Prompto means he’s never had time for hobbies by that sentiment. And he’d be mostly right. Even as a child, his interests had typically been practical or what most would consider too boring to really be hobbies. Training and reading, occasionally learning flashy knife tricks to irresponsibly show off to his younger sister. Nothing that inspired much creativity.

“I should warn you, I am not what one might call an artist.” Ravus looks a touch sheepish admitting it, worried it could very well disappoint someone that clearly has creative outlets. “But I should have no issue creating whatever dyes you might like to have. The abundance of flora and berries in this area with incredible pigmentation is extraordinary. It’s a bit like Tenebrae’s wild forests.”