Aquila counts. Hunting your giant ravine monsters does not.

[ He feels that's a very valid argument at this point. He's about had his fill of things trying to eat him right now.

But he chuckles as Claude's hand falls away, still staying there with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Although he does lift his hand to card it through Claude's dark hair. They're both looking a little ragged and scruffy right now, but so is everyone else down here. ]

Someone tell Hilda that Pit Grunge is the new spring fashion trend. But please wait until I'm out of retaliation range, thanks.