[ There is, of course, a heavy eyeroll which gets paired with being told to shut up. Some silence results - not courtesy of that suggestion - while Claude contemplates something, and only offers a hmm in response to Jayce and armor. The blacksmith almost certainly does create it, or would potentially be happy to learn it as a new project, but armor can't protect them from everything. Something the two of them know well, Claude suspects.

It's warm out here, but it's not warm enough for Sylvain to look quite so worn out even with the Great Scorpion Murder of whatever-Abraxan-year-it-is immediately proceeding it. Given that only one of them is used to hot weather, factoring in that distance from Cadens, and that there really is nothing to worry about in what looks to be (or feels) mostly healed beneath Sylvain's palm, what to do next seems simple enough.

So Claude reaches out, and the obvious choice here would be to grab Sylvain's wrist. Or his hand, maybe, since it's already on him and wouldn't be potentially crossing some unknown line, if there is one. He opts for neither and instead tilts the other's chin up with a couple fingers beneath it to make him stop focusing for - a second, sure. That's what he's going with considering he's still wearing gloves so that makes this normal. ]

Stop looking like I'm about to wither away in front of you. I wasn't kidding when I said I've survived worse and you look like you're about to make yourself pass out, which would be far more terrible. Who's gonna set any scorpions on fire then if that happens?

[ Totally a joke, all very funny, super casual. Never mind the actual concern in there about overdoing it over an insect sting beneath it all. ]