[ Claude falls into another coughing fit and Sylvain curses softly under his breath as he scuttles closer to sink down beside him once more, arm sliding to wrap around his shoulders and letting him lean against him if he needs it. His hand smooths up and down Claude's spine, being careful of the wound he knows is still under the bandages there.

Hearing the puzzled statement, he glances over at what's drawn Claude's attention and he gives another low curse. ] You didn't. Mine have been doing that, too. They don't want to heal or something. They keep opening back up [ or open up in new places ] even when we haven't even done anything to aggravate them. Here, let me bandage that one, okay.

Take this [ he shoves the waterskin into Claude's free hand as he reaches for his other arm ] and drink some before you cough yourself hoarse. I give you my word there's nothing in it but water, Claude. It's not like I have to try and help this place kill us at this point, it's doing that just fine all on its own.