Claude won't admit it, but it has been lonely, letting himself get close to people who had been there for him since he arrived, only to have them suddenly taken away. He's been dealing with it the best way he knows how -- keeping his mind busy and staying in mischief -- but it's still more time alone than what he'd become accustomed to.

The first sign he's around is the white wyvern that peeks over the roof where she'd been sunning herself, watching Flayn with golden eyes and letting out a little trill as a greeting. Claude answers the door soon after, surprised.

"Oh, Flayn! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Er-- okay! Give me a minute." He definitely wasn't prepared to just head out, so he heads inside to grab his boots, sword, and to check himself out in the mirror to make sure he looks presentable. The treehouse is a lot messier than she's likely last seen it, with Claude returning to his old habits of books strewn everywhere, and what looks like a map, potions and various ingredients lying on a table.

Once he's ready, he returns to the door. "All right! Let's go."

"What did I do?" he asks, a little pouty at that suspicious look. He's not actually upset, more amused than anything by the little pegasus.

As for Flayn's remark about their familiars, he nods. "Yeah, it'd make life a lot easier, wouldn't it? Probably not worth renting horses just for a fishing trip, though." And Archimedes was already... less than impressed with him when he brought back some exhausted horses after the desert expedition. "Where are we headed?"