[ The hands on him are grounding and he tries to will them into being a comfort without much luck as their surroundings continue to press in with all the aches plaguing him. Having run out of words, Claude closes his eyes but as he'd guessed, sleep doesn't find him. Instead all of the noises do, of those shuffling back from the ritual or in various states of being wounded, all the different cries which ring out, the sounds of monsters scuttling around in search of prey.
Time passes, and he doesn't know how or how much. When Claude opens his eyes and feels distinctly unwell and with the glassy consciousness of a fever building it seems far more likely that's responsible for it. He starts to say something and coughs again which reignites every wound - including those in his hands. Turns out he got feeling back after all.
He has to brace himself to sit up and then realizes he wasn't still propped on Sylvain's lap like he'd expected, but where is he? Claude has to blink away a new searing pain when a fire nearby seems to be as bright as the javelins of light he'd once witnessed. Something is wrong - ]
Sylvain?
[ Someone approaches, and maybe it's actually Sylvain, but what Claude does register it as when he doesn't hear an immediate response is that whoever it is: they're a threat. He reaches for his rock shard and despite not being able to see manages to press it against someone's throat. ]
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[ The hands on him are grounding and he tries to will them into being a comfort without much luck as their surroundings continue to press in with all the aches plaguing him. Having run out of words, Claude closes his eyes but as he'd guessed, sleep doesn't find him. Instead all of the noises do, of those shuffling back from the ritual or in various states of being wounded, all the different cries which ring out, the sounds of monsters scuttling around in search of prey.
Time passes, and he doesn't know how or how much. When Claude opens his eyes and feels distinctly unwell and with the glassy consciousness of a fever building it seems far more likely that's responsible for it. He starts to say something and coughs again which reignites every wound - including those in his hands. Turns out he got feeling back after all.
He has to brace himself to sit up and then realizes he wasn't still propped on Sylvain's lap like he'd expected, but where is he? Claude has to blink away a new searing pain when a fire nearby seems to be as bright as the javelins of light he'd once witnessed. Something is wrong - ]
Sylvain?
[ Someone approaches, and maybe it's actually Sylvain, but what Claude does register it as when he doesn't hear an immediate response is that whoever it is: they're a threat. He reaches for his rock shard and despite not being able to see manages to press it against someone's throat. ]