[ He tries to laugh, he really does, because being labeled a tease at this moment in time when neither of them have seen the sunlight (or a bath, or a razor) in who knows how long is actually funny. Unfortunately for Claude, it's timed right as where his reach for his sleeve overdoes it even with Sylvain's assistance and he has to pause lest it pull whatever's on his back that much more. Instead Sylvain has to finish the job for him and there's nothing for Claude to do but look at his hands next. ]

I haven't been able to since whatever that was exploded. It started in my fingers and spread from there. [ He'll offer his right hand over as requested, gaze idly lingering on how scratched and torn it is without any real interest besides noting what he'll need to make sure heals soon enough. ] I forgot to ask Wilhelm if he felt it too or if I was just the lucky one. Think I might consider myself a little less lucky if it doesn't fade away since that'll make it hard to use a bow.

[ There's a detached sort of air to the way Claude says that last part, mostly because he doesn't want to think about it lasting and because he likely doesn't have to explain what would mean for archery. Not to Sylvain, anyway. While his right hand's bandaged, Claude lifts his left one to study it closer but it reveals no secrets. Just more cuts. ]

Maybe I'll have to stop procrastinating on getting an axe after all.