[ Rogue factions aren't anything he wants to think about right now either with all the implications attached there. Claude abandons that train of thought where it's barely started, still focused on finding the source of the bleeding. It has to be here somewhere; they don't look like the wounds from weapons they're used to, but finding out there's something else they're unfamiliar with is nothing new at this point.

Claude's tugging Sylvain's nearest sleeve upwards to check there one more time but halts when the other man speaks, gaze slowly lifting from his search to focus on his face instead. Eyes wide at that description because he forgets to catch himself, but maybe he'll be lucky and it'll pass unnoticed since Sylvain's eyes are closed. ]

There was what.

[ He's lost his filter now to go with it with eyes falling upon the amount of blood staining Sylvain's clothes once more as thinly veiled anger surfaces, but Claude manages to not say hallucinations wouldn't cause this level of injury. Someone or something did this to Sylvain - and ostensibly Steve though he's yet to check in with him, and the Abraxans who didn't survive. A second goes by where he struggles to keep himself in check since nothing about this is going to help in the present moment. Eventually he puts the bandages he'd twisted around his own fingers without noticing down to put his hands on the other man's jaw again with steadiness back under control. ]

Whatever it was isn't here now since I don't see anything like wounds with anything coming out of them on you. We'll figure this out together and with everyone else. You're not back at the altar either since we're both here in this cavern, wonderful as it is. But you're not going anywhere else from now on, got it?

[ Realistically, Claude knows there's nothing he can do to make that be true if their captors decide otherwise. This was proof of it, and yet. That doesn't mean he won't still try to make it so, no matter what that might take. ]