[ That is - false, Claude thinks, but he's stabbed enough daggers through Sylvain's defenses for one day. Instead all the other gets is an exhale which might be somewhere between an attempt at a laugh and disbelief and he leaves it there. He's tired, suddenly, now that adrenaline's fading. And it's nowhere enough to sleep with being far too on edge, but when Sylvain shifts he takes the invitation to lean on him and squeezes the hand in his gratefully for it. He's rested on worse than bruises before.
It's followed with something else he should have expected, though the first thing he really feels is guilt for thinking about healing spells in that pod but not offering assistance to Sylvain. But then he notices something else far more preoccupying in how weak that spell was from what it should've been. Some things are healed now, he can tell, but not to what he would've assumed. And if he didn't have something else to compare Sylvain's skills to from their trips out to the desert, he might've never known otherwise. ]
That- that didn't feel right. [ Puzzled, he glances up at Sylvain for a second but finds no indication on the other man's face that something was off with the spell when it was cast. Hm. It takes Claude a second to concentrate, the magic Teach insisted he'd learn suddenly feeling farther out of reach than usual even with his questionable mastery of it, but after a few more seconds go by he's able to send it right back. It also feels off in a way he can't pinpoint, so - ] What about that?
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It's followed with something else he should have expected, though the first thing he really feels is guilt for thinking about healing spells in that pod but not offering assistance to Sylvain. But then he notices something else far more preoccupying in how weak that spell was from what it should've been. Some things are healed now, he can tell, but not to what he would've assumed. And if he didn't have something else to compare Sylvain's skills to from their trips out to the desert, he might've never known otherwise. ]
That- that didn't feel right. [ Puzzled, he glances up at Sylvain for a second but finds no indication on the other man's face that something was off with the spell when it was cast. Hm. It takes Claude a second to concentrate, the magic Teach insisted he'd learn suddenly feeling farther out of reach than usual even with his questionable mastery of it, but after a few more seconds go by he's able to send it right back. It also feels off in a way he can't pinpoint, so - ] What about that?