Ravus snorts out a disagreeing huff of air. "I've never known anything that had less to do with 'luck'."

He's inwardly pleased for the verbal acknowledgement of Ravus' place among Ignis' friends. He gives Ignis a quick glance, not smiling, but nodding at him, before he lengthens his stride to outpace Ignis. He puts this growing feeling of belonging aside to examine later. This evening, he has a vigil to keep.