[ The mention of a strange dream gets his attention to sharpen on her, as if it wasn't already, because that fits into something else he's learned. But it's also more than that considering he's had his own dream he'd thought nothing of at the time than something odd, and now it's clear he can't brush it off any longer.

Plants wilting, however: that's not something he's heard of and he furrows his brow in thought for a long moment over that and everything else Petra's said. ]

Have I seen Edelgard anywhere else? No, I--

[ --haven't been hallucinating is where he was going to go with that, but the sentence dies mid-word when Claude realizes there's been flashes of familiar faces in the corners of his vision while walking through crowds. Faces that weren't there when he turned to look for them, and faces that share something in common with Edelgard. Claude can't bring himself to mention that part - not yet, anyway - so he shakes his head. ]

I haven't. But I haven't heard of plants withering from anyone else, other than a merchant complaining about not being able to get supplies and I don't think that's what he meant. [ Now his frown grows a bit, since that's not all to be addressed in there. ] The dream you had, Petra. Were you... looking at a table with three things laid out on it, or was yours about something else?