[ Wanda's right: illusions can serve many purposes. Some could be comforting, some can be varying levels of harmful like being trapped on a mountain they can't leave or of seeing death. Or seeing faces of those who fell in the war as if he needed a reminder, like he doesn't think of them all anyway without it being like they're standing in front of him.

But disease - at that Claude frowns. He'll get back to that in a second. ]

Kind of. I was walking back down, and-- [ He stops because he knows exactly how what's about to come out of his mouth sounds. But if there's anyone he trusts to believe him, it's Wanda. ] The mountain, it, um. Seemed like it turned all the way over and then dumped me on some rocks. I don't think it seriously injured me, but it hurts enough to feel real.

[ Claude lifts one arm enough to roll his shoulder with a grimace timed with the twinge of pain it brings about in his shoulder, his side, other places he'd forgotten he could ache. He'll keep his layers on for now since seeing if the bruising's real isn't something he's very keen on. ]

I'll be fine, I've survived much worse. And, wait. You said disease is spreading in Solvunn? You don't have the dead getting up and walking around?

[ A sentence he never thought would come out of his mouth where he would mean that instead of inventing a ghost story to terrify a friend, but. What else can it be called? He'd been by the graveyard and had seen them rise out of the ground, and there's a rumor the same is happening in Libertas. Claude can't begin to imagine what it looks like there and truthfully, he doesn't want to. This is one situation he's absolutely fine not putting his imagination to use on. ]

Or... do you have both, and the disease part just hasn't made it to us yet?