Miss Brigsby bids her new oh-so-serious knight goodbye after a mission successfully completed in escorting her and her fellow grandmas to their stall. Ravus is a touch flushed about being waved off with hand-knitted handkerchiefs, but he bids them all a polite farewell, and goes back to look for Ignis and Ardyn.

It's not precisely easy to find them either. The path is devoid of any signs, but a bit of lucky tracking takes him into the underbrush. Blood wetting the leaves is the first sign he properly catches, and it makes him pick up his pace.

When he does find Ignis, his heart is beating a touch too quick to attribute it to just his concerned gait. The tang of blood and sweat itch along the back of his throat as he breathes in a worried sound, and he's quickly by Ignis' side. A gentle, concerned hand settles against the side of his neck, immediately looking for the source of the blood on the other. If he's heard Ignis at all, it's not until he's sure there's no terrible wounds that he even acknowledges it.

"They are fine, I would not let harm befall them. But you- what happ-" That's about when he realizes there's a third figure. Except, well... he's a corpse. A headless corpse. Ravus' eyes go wide, and stares at the fact that is most certainly one Ardyn Izunia, sans head. "What in all the hells is going on?"