When the cups are put away and the fire is quietly put out so that it might not go out of control whilst they slumber, a gentle quiet falls over the house as Ignis guides Ravus back up to the room all of them are sharing for the night. With the crackling flames now silenced, it is far easier to hear the wind weighing against the house and traveling through the branches outside their home. Easier to catch how their weight on floorboards and stairs makes soft creaks here or there.

It almost reminds Ignis of staying back in the cape. Of the peace that could only be brought about far away from busy streets, from cities. The main difference, really, is the lack of sea salt sunk into everything, or the reassuring passing light of the tower above them.

Once they are back in the room, door shut carefully behind them, Ignis sweeps his gaze over Ravus. "Well," he murmurs, voice so low as to not wake his lovers. "First things first. You shan't go to sleep while so heavily dress, Ravus. The arm alone shall add considerable weight to the bed. Disrobe to the bare essentials, and we shall maneuver you appropriately." A wry little smile crosses his lips.

"Rather uncouth of me to bed you before I have properly taken you on a date or gone through proper courtship, but I suppose this is the situation we find ourselves in."