Does that not fall under things only that size? C'mon, Gautier, keep up.

[ That's said just as cheerfully as any other time he's told Sylvain the same thing in whatever convoluted loops he's spinning. This doesn't exactly count, but it's more familiar teasing to run with as he squeezes the fingers in his while they walk. ]

Unless you're wanting to wait for the horse sized scorpion to work on that next piercing? In which case we could always go back out to the desert and finally look for it, especially since someone thoughtful I know gifted me some rather fetching armor so I'll be extra prepared for all kinds of adventures.

[ He's not even a little sorry for hypothetically stressing out Sylvain with the very possibility. ]