[ Tearing the fabric into something more manageable even if it's to make a poor set of bandages which would win him no awards from Marianne any time soon gives Claude a task to focus on. Something he can do to feel useful, a distraction from feeling helpless - even if it's far from what it could be if they had any resources. If they had water so he could wash some of the worst cuts and scrapes Sylvain has. If their magic worked.

It's good timing that he can take some of his frustration out on ripping yet another length of soon-to-be-bandage with a too calm expression. This'll have to do. ]

It seems there were... some of the Abraxan natives that went in with you. [ A beat. ] Many of them didn't return.

[ He's not going to mention there's a very high chance what he's repurposing might've belonged to one of them in favor of taking one of Sylvain's hands to let it rest on his knee. On second thought: maybe before properly bandaging it wouldn't be the worst to sacrifice one of the linen strips to dab on the wounds as gently as possible to clean them up a bit first.

Something else crosses his mind at the same time and he glances up as he works. ]

Were there any other Summoned in with you?