[ The hand reaching for him is tattered and gives Claude a much clearer idea of what happened even if there's still so many unknowns. It takes him a second to unfreeze after seeing it, to do more than stare and swallow horror back, and then he reaches for the heavier healing spell he knows to send through Sylvain in hopes it'll help with something. Using it leaves Claude feeling vaguely woozy - that's new, and not a sign he likes - but he pushes it aside. It's not important.

Some first aid would be ideal if he had anything to offer in the way of supplies, but that'd require wandering to look for an article of clothing no one is using anymore for reasons he doesn't want to think about. What they have here will have to work as he tries to summon up what Marianne might do and maintain her level of calm to go with it. ]

C'mon. [ Murmured first even if it might be lost, but he makes sure the other's hand stays on him as he shifts to kneel in front of him rather than off to one side, careful to maintain contact as he goes. He places both hands on either side of the other man's jaw for some better grounding while leaning down to talk into Sylvain's ear. ] Listen to me and not anything else. Remember when I said we're gonna get through this together? That applies here, too.

[ Or rather - Claude's applying it here while grasping at straws to get Sylvain to focus on anything other than whatever's happened. One step at a time. ]

Can you sit up and put your head on my shoulder?