Sylvain blinks. He hadn't realized that he'd taken it too far -- it hadn't felt any further than the rest of his casual comments. But he's willing to chalk it up to being nerves running high. It's been a long night, and that was on top of the long day of travel.

It can't possibly be anything more than that.

"Right, moving on then?"

Clearing his throat, he motions for Claude to move ahead, and then for Felix to do so as well. As the swordsman passes, he tries to catch his eyes, to ask with his face alone what seemed to be the problem.

Mostly, though, he's trying to take care of business. Once again, he's content taking up the back, protecting them from any any attacks from behind.