[ Sylvain's head comes up at the sound of the familiar voice and he glances over his shoulder in time to see Claude hop the fence. He catches sight of a shadow and glances up against the sunlight to spot the shape of a small wyvern circling overhead. It makes a fond smile quirk about his lips as he watches the familiar shape - he hadn't realized how much he was already missing the familiarity of home until just now. Being in Cadens was both exciting and frustrating - for a variety of different reasons - but there was certainly something comforting in being surrounded by the familiar once more.

He waits as Claude takes it all in before nodding and agreeing, his hands propped on his hips. ]

Yeah, it... hasn't looked this good in years. We worked on it a little before we left to meet up with Rodrigue, but even then... [ He grimaces, because the damage had been extensive. There were parts of the Monastary that were still inhabitable, but many places had collapsed or had the roof caved in. Or just the damage from being neglected and uninhabited for five years. ]

This place is crazy. It even smells like I remember it. I didn't even realize that was a thing I could miss.