[ Hearing Claude break down into another rasping coughing fit gets a worried glance from Sylvain - because those have been getting worse and he doesn't miss the slight gesture he makes to hide the evidence of what they've been doing to his throat and lungs. He takes a moment to take a few swallows of water for himself before forcefully pushing it into Claude's hand the moment he's straightened up again, giving him a look at the same time.
But he accepts the gloves from Petra with a faint smile and obligingly ducks his head for Hilda so she can drag a hat over his unnruly hair. Seriously, he feels like a crazy mountainman right now. Or half-bear or something. But he's grateful for the help with the mittens fitted over his somewhat-bandaged hands, even if he winces a few times when it pulls uncomfortably.
He gives a groan at Hilda's words, however. ] God, I would kill for a bath right now. Or ten of them.
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But he accepts the gloves from Petra with a faint smile and obligingly ducks his head for Hilda so she can drag a hat over his unnruly hair. Seriously, he feels like a crazy mountainman right now. Or half-bear or something. But he's grateful for the help with the mittens fitted over his somewhat-bandaged hands, even if he winces a few times when it pulls uncomfortably.
He gives a groan at Hilda's words, however. ] God, I would kill for a bath right now. Or ten of them.