[ He’d woken to find Claude gone. Missing. Nowhere in sight, and he wasn’t the only one missing. He didn’t know how long. But he paced, anxious and alert, eyes keeping watch on the shadows and walls, keeping an eye out for movement.
Claude would make it back. He had to.
And he did, even though he looks as bad as Sylvain feels when he does so, staggering to lean against one of the trees. He’s across the clearing as fast as he can move, bandaged hands moving to help support Claude’s weight when he sways dizzily. ]
I’ve got you. You’re safe, Claude. We’re gonna sit down over here, okay? I need to take a look at you.
[ When he’d woken alone, he’d scrounged up what was left of the makeshift bandages Claude had torn up. He was worried they’d need them. He hated being right. ]
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Claude would make it back. He had to.
And he did, even though he looks as bad as Sylvain feels when he does so, staggering to lean against one of the trees. He’s across the clearing as fast as he can move, bandaged hands moving to help support Claude’s weight when he sways dizzily. ]
I’ve got you. You’re safe, Claude. We’re gonna sit down over here, okay? I need to take a look at you.
[ When he’d woken alone, he’d scrounged up what was left of the makeshift bandages Claude had torn up. He was worried they’d need them. He hated being right. ]