[ Seteth being Seteth causes Claude to grin since that doesn't require much stretching of the imagination. Any mirth on his end is hastily wiped away a second later, however, when what Sylvain is actually saying sinks in. Though it's said as cavalierly as anything from over the course of the night - well. Claude doesn't think he's imagining it when such a statement comes at more cost than just making fun of Seteth where he can't glare at them now. ]
Well, if it helps you feel any better. Any time she walked away from you she probably ended up getting lightly interrogated by me since I told her she'd be the target of my relentless nagging. And I meant it, not that she really gave me answers to anything I wanted to know. I'm sure some of that factored into Seteth also assigning duties to me more often like that'd ever distract me, so we can keep each other company on his eternally disliked list.
[ When they make it to their destination a moment later, Claude's quick to show Sylvain around the tavern, to meet Mag so in the morning the two can discuss lodging arrangements though not without Claude putting a word in about the apartments he's heard about, and then there's really nothing left but the upstairs where it turns into the inn.
There really is a bedroll waiting that he rummages out of a linen closet in the hallway meant for borders and other guests to use, but true to his own plan he takes it for himself. In the same breath he'll insist Sylvain take the bed since this one is far more comfortable than what's out there at the barracks, not to mention the other could use some actual rest. That's what Claude remembers thinking the first night he sat in this room after leaving there, anyway, so he's going with the assumption the same applies here.
He does not, however, sleep even when Sylvain does. There's too many books he's yet to read through in that stack on his desk and no time to waste. At least his habits are consistent. ]
it's a wrap!
Well, if it helps you feel any better. Any time she walked away from you she probably ended up getting lightly interrogated by me since I told her she'd be the target of my relentless nagging. And I meant it, not that she really gave me answers to anything I wanted to know. I'm sure some of that factored into Seteth also assigning duties to me more often like that'd ever distract me, so we can keep each other company on his eternally disliked list.
[ When they make it to their destination a moment later, Claude's quick to show Sylvain around the tavern, to meet Mag so in the morning the two can discuss lodging arrangements though not without Claude putting a word in about the apartments he's heard about, and then there's really nothing left but the upstairs where it turns into the inn.
There really is a bedroll waiting that he rummages out of a linen closet in the hallway meant for borders and other guests to use, but true to his own plan he takes it for himself. In the same breath he'll insist Sylvain take the bed since this one is far more comfortable than what's out there at the barracks, not to mention the other could use some actual rest. That's what Claude remembers thinking the first night he sat in this room after leaving there, anyway, so he's going with the assumption the same applies here.
He does not, however, sleep even when Sylvain does. There's too many books he's yet to read through in that stack on his desk and no time to waste. At least his habits are consistent. ]