(Claude has never been one for the cold and he's made it no secret. For part of their journey, he'd complained about not being able to feel his nose or his fingers. He's openly explained he's from a warm place where even the winters are more cool than cold. And on a more serious note, he mentions that his fingers are so cold, he isn't sure if he can string a bow or ready an arrow like this if things got bad (so hopefully they don't get bad).
His complaints are always in good spirit, more to laugh at himself or to lighten the mood when appropriate. He's no stranger to hardship and can certainly endure if he has to. But after reaching the city and seeing everything for himself, his complaints die down significantly. Being cold doesn't really compare when, well... at least he's alive you know?
It's obvious that others aren't taking what they saw very well and while the necropolis brings back memories of a different kind for him, he's always been able to compartmentalize and put his more personal emotions to the side. He is, after all, a leader, and he has to be reliable.
He circles around towards the edge of the camp, looking for those who want time alone and trying to find those who might be better off with company instead. When he finds Shirou, he tries his luck, )
Anemo. (The wind magic?) It doesn't make you colder?
(He'd imagine the wind would make the air feel cooler and when it's already cold...
Anyway, he's also carrying a thermos in his gloved hands. Nice, warm, filled with a tea that has been left to brew entirely too long by whoever was in charge while they were out.)
echoes of the distant past
His complaints are always in good spirit, more to laugh at himself or to lighten the mood when appropriate. He's no stranger to hardship and can certainly endure if he has to. But after reaching the city and seeing everything for himself, his complaints die down significantly. Being cold doesn't really compare when, well... at least he's alive you know?
It's obvious that others aren't taking what they saw very well and while the necropolis brings back memories of a different kind for him, he's always been able to compartmentalize and put his more personal emotions to the side. He is, after all, a leader, and he has to be reliable.
He circles around towards the edge of the camp, looking for those who want time alone and trying to find those who might be better off with company instead. When he finds Shirou, he tries his luck, )
Anemo. (The wind magic?) It doesn't make you colder?
(He'd imagine the wind would make the air feel cooler and when it's already cold...
Anyway, he's also carrying a thermos in his gloved hands. Nice, warm, filled with a tea that has been left to brew entirely too long by whoever was in charge while they were out.)