[ Sylvain moves and Claude follows his motions only to look at the other man's thigh for a long moment before shifting his gaze up with a mostly real smirk. ]

I think there's a joke about your thighs I'm supposed to make in here somewhere.

[ He'll let Sylvain fill in one of his choice no matter what it might be. Though Claude sincerely doubts whether rest is actually in his near future, a glance at the ground proves it's clean and dry enough, relative to their surroundings, and maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea.

After a second he lets go of the hand still in his and evaluates again. Both in terms of how much this is going to pull at his injuries and something else ever present on his mind ever since arrival: potential threats. Hand in hand with that goes something else given that putting his back to everyone else is still a vulnerability in not being able to see something approach, but it's how he chooses to lay down after all in a wordless display of trust in Sylvain watching out for them both.

Also a deeply dramatic sigh, because - ]

I've had better views of your lap recently, for the record.