I have no intention of attacking you unless you refuse to go to bed yourself.

[This is stated with all the narrow-eyed suspicion of a parent of a teenager, even while Dirk lays out a makeshift bed in the corner, checking to make sure the blankets are long enough given both angels are taller than Lloyd. Then he straights up and grabs his healing kit, moving around to Kratos with a grunt.]

Show me those bandages.

[Dirk had insisted on binding Kratos's wound just after Lloyd left, but given what the pair have been doing, and that he intends for them to get some damned sleep, Dirk figures they're due to be replaced with new ones, even if the wound is closing. Kratos, at least, doesn't fight being tended; though he's still wearing that longsufferingly amused smile and doesn't really stop leaning against Yuan to do it. At least the static has discharged somewhat; it's still there, prickling Dirk's fingers when he touches Kratos's side, but isn't harmful.

[Finally Dirk looks back at Yuan with that narrow-eyed gaze again.]

How's those ribs? Still moving?

[He will entirely bind them if he has to, Yuan, don't think he won't.]