[ Sylvain gets him down, but that tight grip and hiss of pain has him freezing, not wanting to aggravate whatever it is that pains the other man. His eyes widen as he glances down into Claude's face and is met with a pleading look - the last thing he'd expected to find there.

But he understood it. Goddess, maybe better than most. His hands give a light squeeze to Claude's shoulders, reassuring him. ] I've got you. Close your eyes, Claude. I'm going to take off your shirt and have a quick look, okay? I'll get anything else bandaged while I work.

[ And maybe try and muster what's left of his gutted healing magic, if he can. He'd been rationing it sparingly, but for Claude, he'd make an exception. ]