Ravus doesn't know what will change come tomorrow. He doesn't know what will come an hour from now. His world's off its axis, and it's hard not to slide with it. But here, like this, amidst the stillness of the sleepy prince against his chest, and the warmth of a home; it's enough to find his footing, however temporary.

"Rest easy. I will be here when you wake," Ravus promises, only ever willing to say what he knows and what he means. As much as he'd like to stay here, like this, until the ache in his heart stops, he can't. But for now, they can be like this, and Ravus settles his arms loosely around Noctis to keep him close as he dozes.