[ As Sylvain stands Claude goes about rolling his trouser leg back into place, pulling his boot back on, and then standing up like he hasn't been told to do the opposite. Sitting there might mean continuing to dwell on everything he's valiantly trying to ignore. Considering all of it, what little he tells himself there is of it, is better left for later. There's also a wave of a hand to dismiss it and/or any incoming protest once it's noticed prior to securing his bow on his back, considering he's not about to just comply all because he was asked. Kind of. ]

I know, I know. I'm difficult or whatever it was you called me earlier, but this'll go a lot faster with both of us working on it.

[ Claude's not going to leave room for any argument, at least not in the sense that any argument's going to keep him from from tackling their next project. He retrieves a dagger meant to double as a knife for this stinger removal step from his satchel then stops to consider something. Sylvain's lance might double well enough as a makeshift knife, sure, but on second thought Claude pulls the dagger tucked in his sash out to hold it out to Sylvain hilt first with a slight smile. ]

Even if most of them are burned to a crisp, this might come in handy. And thanks for the healing too, by the way.