[ Sylvain lifts one shoulder in a shrug because he actually doesn't know what all Claude trained in. He only remembers seeing him with his bow. Not that he brings that up, because that skates dangerously close to topics they Don't Talk About. But it's not as if they're likely to find a plethora of decent axes down here anyway, so it's probably a moot point.

Still, he shoots Claude a dry grin. ] I could tell you that. But I'm pretty sure I'm not that good a liar. [ Not necessarily true, but he also doesn't have it in him to be convincing about it right now.

Still, he glances down when the other man catches his hands, eyebrows arching upwards in surprise for a moment. Then he huffs out a quiet sigh and gives a gentle squeeze before shifting to sit beside Claude instead. ]

Come on. [ He gives a gentle tug, patting at his thigh with his other hand. ] You should at least try and get some rest. You're going to need to regain your strength.