[ For a second he's confused by the ravine monster and frowns, then - right, he'd brought that up, didn't he? Maybe that's a sign of being even more feverish than he thought considering that was all of a couple sentences ago and he'd already forgotten it, as if nothing had existed but Aquila. That's not a good sign. Sleep doesn't seem likely since even with feeling unwell there's a part of him on edge he can't quiet, though it's thankfully not directed at Sylvain this time.

Sitting somewhere with his back against a solid surface and a weapon nearby is too familiar in too many ways. Sylvain's hand going through his hair distracts him from that spiral before he can go down it again, and he shuts his eyes for just a moment before offering a huff of laughter. ]

You're never out of retaliation range with Hilda, Sylvain. And if you think you ever are, guess again. [ All said fondly considering Claude's pretty sure he's been Hilda's number one target in need of retaliation at any and all given times for far too long now. ] If she ever decides to team up with Petra, there's no hope for either one of us.