I only noticed because he was trapped next to me. On both counts.

[ There's a tightness in his chest when he thinks about Wilhelm, how he'd been utterly powerless to shield the teen from anything that'd happened, and that while it shouldn't feel like a failure it does all the same. Something he'll keep to himself since Claude has a feeling Sylvain will point out it's not like he could do anything and while that's true, it doesn't bring him any comfort.

Claude's turn to inhale some air through clenched teeth when despite the careful ministrations it still stings. Magic isn't something he wants to waste here with it being even more limited and unreliable, and he obediently sits with his head leaned to the side and out of the way of the bandage being tied. ]

Manuela would be proud of your work right now, I think. Except you're not scolding me nearly enough to make it feel like being back in the infirmary, I think.