[ He doesn’t say he’s not sure how much energy he has left. Or how he’s not sure where Claude’s vanished to, but he’s afraid he’s going through the same thing Sylvain did. Or worse. Or how he’s not even sure how many more days they can realistically keep going like this down there.

None of those are things he wants weighing her down, not when she already has enough she’s worrying about. So he bites them back, offering her a wan smile instead, even though his eyes are glassy with fever. ]

Goddess forbid I don’t deliver on everything your heart desires. Pretty sure that’d get my charmer status revoked. And that’d be the true tragedy here.