[Ravus gives himself a moment to stop thinking and just feel Ignis's lips against his. They will, they must, make it through this. Then he pulls back, and brushes his hand through Ignis' hair with more tenderness that he is used to using.]

You should rest. Lie down. I'll make breakfast for the others and send Estoc to put a closed sign at the cafe for the day.

[He gives Ignis' hand a squeeze and begins to push himself off of the bed to see to the tasks.]