[Kratos is indeed coming, with precise and conscious steps, and a faint tilt which indicates he is still fighting a sense of balance which is lying to him. Still, he doesn't waver, even if he puts his hand on the doorjamb when he reaches it.

[The conversation inside ends nearly as soon as they appear. There's evidence of Genis's meal on the table, though apparently it's been long eaten; Kratos has to wonder how long he took to braid Yuan's hair. Kratos is not sure what he's expecting, but he's slightly relieved when everyone's attention is drawn to Yuan's hair before himself.

[The one-armed half-elf by the corner, sharpening a sword, rises and bows.]

Lord Yuan.

[Across by the window, the dark-haired young woman shakes her head.]

Jeez, and I thought Lloyd was kidding. What's with the new style? And that 'lord' stuff, you?

[This last is directed to the half-elf in the corner, the one with the vaguely familiar mana.]