[ He should have known better than to get up and wander anywhere, even if it was only a few steps away to the fire and the supplies they were all rationing. Claude had been coughing in his sleep and it sounded painful, which had finally driven him to seek a waterskin.
Except he'd no sooner picked one up then he hears the rasping call of his name and he turns back to see Claude struggling to get up. Cursing under his breath, he hurries back, crouching down in front of him, mouth opened to answer...
...only there's a sharp edge pressed to his throat, nicking softly against the skin, and he freezes, eyes widening slightly. He holds his hands up where Claude can see them, one still gripping the waterskin, as he stares into Claude's eyes, seeing the glassy haze of fever and hoping he's not too far gone to not recognize him. Because otherwise, Sylvain's likely in deep trouble. ]
Claude. It's me. It's Sylvain. I was just getting you some water. [ He shakes it slightly so the water sloshes inside, hopefully backing up his words. ]
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Except he'd no sooner picked one up then he hears the rasping call of his name and he turns back to see Claude struggling to get up. Cursing under his breath, he hurries back, crouching down in front of him, mouth opened to answer...
...only there's a sharp edge pressed to his throat, nicking softly against the skin, and he freezes, eyes widening slightly. He holds his hands up where Claude can see them, one still gripping the waterskin, as he stares into Claude's eyes, seeing the glassy haze of fever and hoping he's not too far gone to not recognize him. Because otherwise, Sylvain's likely in deep trouble. ]
Claude. It's me. It's Sylvain. I was just getting you some water. [ He shakes it slightly so the water sloshes inside, hopefully backing up his words. ]