[ Even between the war and Nadine's careful tutoring, Claude's skills of medicine (with medicine being a generous description) are rudimentary. He could summon the healing potions and poultices he knows from Fodlan and almost starts to - then thinks better of it. The Horizon's made that seem like a terrible idea based on those torches and Freikugel nearby. Not important; he can think about what to do later since when Kyle starts what sounds like something adjacent to an explanation, Claude quickly shakes his head. ]

I hear you. [ Said with the deceptive calm of someone who's been here before, post-battle, and sitting with someone coping with it while trying to do so themselves. This time, fortunately, it's the Horizon and not an actual battlefield. That means death isn't a thing here. He hopes. ] Just take a minute. Not gonna tell you to relax or anything, since, well.

[ Claude doesn't finish that thought - that everything is strange right now - figuring it goes without saying and repeating it won't make anything different. That still ranks below getting Kyle stable, so he absently reaches up to pat the hand on his shoulder briefly for whatever support that offers after securing the equally makeshift bandage before going right back to his other checks with a glance up at the other man. ]

My point is, if you're about to put an apology in there - it's not needed.