[ That entirely brief answer has Claude pausing with his drink partway to his mouth to shoot a look towards Felix that's equal parts unimpressed over the lack of detail and absolutely amused by it. Maybe also a little amusement over Felix being mostly direct about it just as he remembers was the case for most things. ]

There's that Faerghan habit of being very descriptive I've come to know.

[ Which is unfair to Sylvain by virtue of that particular man being able to ramble away if he's inclined and to the one in front of him who still looks one sunbeam away from melting into the ground, and - actually. Actually, Claude realizes as he finally takes that drink, he should probably tell Felix about Sylvain being here. Or message Sylvain, or both.

It can wait a minute. Instead amusement takes over again and he shakes his head as they keep walking in search of shade. ]

Alright, fair enough when you don't know what I'm getting at. The war also ended for me but some time ago even before accounting for how long I've been here, and the Alliance won it. But from what we've learned from others who have come and gone, that's not what happened for everyone. For Petra it was still going on and I'd surrendered to the Empire, and same for Linhardt though he'd lived a bit more than that. I take it this makes two for Faerghus.

[ Or just one if Felix is about to tell him the same thing he did last time, after a little prying from Claude for more details first. ]