"It's never without use, even if there are more practical things one could apply themselves too." Ravus glances off, perhaps touched by the idea there's someone else to share something so deeply personal with him. "If you wish to persist in said studies, you do now have a native speaker to assist you."

At the mention of flowers, Ravus laughs. Short, more of a bark of a sound than anything too hearty, but an actual amused sound nonetheless.

"Do they ever. The mountains practically burst into color along their faces come the warm months. No event in Tenebrae can proceed without every surface being decorated in them. In great joy or deep sorrow." Ravus swivels his head to look about for any sign of such vibrancy, and does spot a few blooms leading back towards the road. Good, he'll head that way. But first...

First, he brushes his hand along Ignis' forearm, fingers squeezing down in a gentle, but firm hold.

"Don't press yourself merely because you will be out of my sight. You've done enough work as is, though I know you will persist further still. You will worry our elderly escorteds if I must carry you back in my arms." Already, he's going to have to figure out an explanation for them and Charlie. That said, he brushes past Ignis on the trail of those flowers, and takes to gathering what he can find along the road.