[ His hands being numb is still only a half formed thought where there's something else there that's important but he can't find, and as Sylvain lowers his hands for him Claude stares at all the injuries on the backs of them. So many of them wind around his fingers and he vaguely wonders how he's going to be able to use a bow.

He almost says as much to Sylvain while his shirt's being worked on, but the comment following stops him short. There's a good thirty seconds or so that tick by while he stares at the other man before he laughs, or tries to since like before it's not much of one. ]

Well, when we're somewhere with beds again, I'll keep that in mind. [ Claude sounds more like himself this time, humor apparently dragging it back out of him despite their surroundings. Enough to forget it just for a tiny bit of time. ] I think I already found a few of them as it is since it didn't take much convincing.

[ Absolutely not a complaint. He should keep going with that rather than letting his smile slip, but slip it does. Now Claude has to will himself to look up at the ceiling above to resist the temptation to look down and watch whatever it is Sylvain's doing. He still doesn't want to see. ]

Wilhelm ate whatever it was. [ There's only so long to ignore the actual topic they both are as he keeps his gaze pinned on the mist above. ] I guess we'll know if it makes any difference soon enough.