Claude gave Guy an appreciative smile as he helped him onto the platform. His breath hitched in his throat for a moment from the pain, but it passed, and he gently eased himself onto the ground. "Thanks..."

Everyone looked like they were in fine spirits, even up close, so that was a bit of a comfort. When they both remarked on his fight with the monster, though, it took a moment for their words to register in Claude's fevered state. He turned a bleary-eyed gaze onto the serpent's large corpse, and the tendrils of blood that stained the once-clear water.

He could scarcely believe he'd killed that thing himself, in all honesty. But failure hadn't been an option, and so he'd only done what he had to do. Unsure of how to adequately handle the praise, Claude rubbed at the back of his neck with his uninjured hand.

"Nah, I-I was just lucky," he slowly said after a pause, his ears burning, though his face still managed to light up in such a way that it was easy to tell he appreciated the compliment. It had been a clumsy fight, one that he could have easily lost if that serpent hadn't missed his first strike, but he was happy he'd been able to help his friends. "I'm glad you're both safe. You must be really great at swimming, Guy."