[Yuan can't even really deny it, though he does pass mild irritation back. He can't quite work the fondness out of it, though, which rather detracts from his impact.]

[Raine, as she is going back to do just that, laughs aloud. It's a bewildered sound. Both of them, separately, have mentally told her nearly the exact same thing.]

[The ribbons are easy to find, though, and Raine brings them back with some bemusement. There's rather a lot of them, and she's not clear why Yuan would be carrying them.]

The two of you could perhaps benefit from speaking aloud. Here.

[She passes what she's found to Kratos, and doesn't leave, but settles in to observe with undisguised curiosity. She doesn't say anything, though, until Kratos is done and Yuan is running a hand back over the plait with a peculiar expression on his face.]

This seems... unnecessarily elaborate. What does it mean?

[It's the only thing Raine can conclude, that there's some meaning to it beyond the aesthetic. Yuan likes fine things well enough, but he has practicality in him as well.]

[Yuan, who's brought the braid over his shoulder to eye the black ribbons trailing at the end, says nothing.]