[ Apparently drinking out of the same waterskin wasn't proof enough, although Sylvain's not sure what else he could do to assuage Claude's doubts beyond that. At least the blade is withdrawn, although it only drops as far as Claude's lap, still very much at the ready. ]

The only thing in here is water, Claude. I'm pretty sure Steve filled it himself. [ Does that make it more trustworthy than if Sylvain had done it? He's not sure. ] Look, you don't have to drink it if you don't want it, but you were coughing. I just thought it would help. Not to mention I'm pretty sure you're feverish right now.

[ He should know. His has been coming and going in waves ever since the ritual, although the worst of it had struck while Claude was gone. He only remembers some of it, in fact, and part of that was spent being miserable and using Hilda's lap as a pillow in the Horizon. It had faded back to manageable before Claude returned and simmered low since then, although he's aware it could flare worse again without warning. It's not like they have anything to treat it down here.

He eyes Claude worriedly a moment before he gestures to where he'd been before Claude had woken up and decided to try and kill him. ] Can I sit down again, or would you rather I leave you alone?

[ Which he doesn't want to do, but if Claude doesn't trust him enough to let him close right now... ]