"Hey now, at least you'll never let me hear the end of our victory!" It's because it is a victory that it's easier to joke about: they're all in one piece if not in varying states of adrenaline from the sudden attack, and the Ceknias are most certainly not all thanks to Nanaue. Claude's vaguely aware of the Lunae exchanging a look off to the side though he doesn't check if it's out of relief or something like annoyance thanks to his cavalier attitude. "That counts for something, right? Let's take stock of what's going on here now that the Ceknias have... ah, departed."

That's first paired with looking towards Nanaue. The shark's seated which is something Claude takes as a good sign now that things have calmed down. Istredd seems okay as he looks to the mage next with a grin somewhere between pleased and sheepish, and it's reassuring to that brief worry he'd had about the use of that intense magic being too much. The Lunae also seem alright as one of them kneels down by the wagon, and that's all the encouragement Claude needs to get moving.

With one fluid motion he dismounts from his horse and ties the reins to the wagon to prevent her from wandering off, something she offers an unimpressed snort to as he pets her nose afterwards. "Unfortunately, I can't claim to be good at fixing anything except clocks and that's only because Viktor's taught me," is what he continues with while crouching down next to the wheel investigation and adjusting his gloves, "but I can gladly grab whatever's needed to help those who know what they're doing here."