[The fact that she cannot meet his gaze long could mean any number of things. Ravus has to mentally steady himself, push away the grief that had eaten away at him on Eos. She seems so much stronger than when they'd parted ways for what they had known would be the last time in Altissia. How or why, he has yet to discover, but he's grateful that she no longer seems to be suffering.
And yet that doesn't seem to be on her mind at all: she's still talking about the ring, something he'd almost forgotten in his shock. He can still feel its insistent tug commanding him to move, but he won't. Not yet.]
The ring matters little. [He'll figure out some way to get it off, but it doesn't seem to be actively harmful, at least not yet. Her presence, along with the calm she had been projecting, seems to have helped. To distract her attention from it, he gently rests his magitek hand over hers.] Are you well?
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And yet that doesn't seem to be on her mind at all: she's still talking about the ring, something he'd almost forgotten in his shock. He can still feel its insistent tug commanding him to move, but he won't. Not yet.]
The ring matters little. [He'll figure out some way to get it off, but it doesn't seem to be actively harmful, at least not yet. Her presence, along with the calm she had been projecting, seems to have helped. To distract her attention from it, he gently rests his magitek hand over hers.] Are you well?