[ Considering the recent hooplah in Minecraftia, Claude really doesn't want to tumble into another fight. Hopefully the train will have mercy on them for one day, and this car will be nothing but an awkward stroll.
At Sylvain's question he looks down at the torch, and then over to the hand on his arm, warm through the sleeve of his shirt. If he's following the logic of this car correctly, then he's pretty sure that he has a good guess as to what will make the torch burn brighter. ]
Don't panic, but I've got a guess.
[ Taking his arm from Sylvain's hold, he clasps their hands together instead, fingers lacing together. It's awkward and uncomfortable, and Claude instinctively wants to pull away, but sure enough, the torch blazes into a proper flame.
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At Sylvain's question he looks down at the torch, and then over to the hand on his arm, warm through the sleeve of his shirt. If he's following the logic of this car correctly, then he's pretty sure that he has a good guess as to what will make the torch burn brighter. ]
Don't panic, but I've got a guess.
[ Taking his arm from Sylvain's hold, he clasps their hands together instead, fingers lacing together. It's awkward and uncomfortable, and Claude instinctively wants to pull away, but sure enough, the torch blazes into a proper flame.
He really hopes that cauldron is close by. ]
I suppose... it could be worse.