Ravus has seen firsthand Ignis' abilities. It could never stop him from wanting to assure he is safe. Which is... a strange thought, he realizes. It's been a long while since he's found someone else that evokes his protective nature. But that's thought for later. Right now there's the concern of digging graves. With an axe.

The hand along Ignis' neck slides to his shoulder, patting him as if clearing him of inspection before he steps back. Just enough so that he can kneel down beside Ardyn's body. While he could never begin to untangle why, he does feel some sort of pang of loss in his chest. A familiar thing suddenly not in its place.

"I am glad to see you unscathed, despite the gruesome task. And while I admit, there is little quieter than a dead man, I meant more how did this occur? Were you ambushed?" While their powers have been vastly diminished, he has to hope not by that much that a few brigands can be such a threat.