[ When he frames their loud thoughts and lack of sleep as some sort of silly competition she lets out an amused hum - but even he'd be able to tell that it's lacking in any real mirth thanks to the thoughts weighing it down. There's always the possibility that Claude's mind isn't laden with what plagues her. If that were the case, it would almost make it easier for her to decide her next course of action even if it would result in taking several steps backwards. Unfortunately most, if not all of the Summoned seem caught in the same cycle of trying to make sense of how they feel about what happened. Soon enough her silly hope that they aren't thinking along the same lines are dashed.

He's right to assume that she'd offer back a silly quip or something of a similar nature. But like the way her amused sound is a little more hollow than usual so too is the desire to tease him. 

Hearing him admit that he's glad of her presence there for most of their eight hundred years together dispels the nerves that she denied having. So much of her worried that just because he hadn't been sick of her in some imaginary future didn't mean that it would translate accordingly outside of it. In fact, it might do the opposite which is exactly what she feared. She lets out a quiet breath that he'd be able to feel with their hands intertwined against her stomach. ] 

I guess I was thinking pretty loudly. [ After a moment she shifts, turning around to face him. One arm snakes around his waist to pull him close, legs tangling once more with his. ] I'm glad that we were together too. I don't know what it says that we could all tolerate each other for that long [ Or rather, most of it. ] but it's reassuring in some ways. 

[ If only that had been all she had worried about though. ]