[At least one teenager has opened their mouth to ask about those apprentices before Kratos's face changes. For a heavy pause in which no one says anything, he seems to be lost to the room; and it almost seems as if everyone at the table is holding their breath. Then Yuan's hand lands on Kratos's shoulder and Kratos blinks out of his moment, realising that he'd stopped halfway. Before he can say anything at all, Lloyd jumps in.]

Hey -- Dad -- can you give me some more sentences to look at?

[He pushes the slate toward Kratos, his expression hopeful and worried at once. It's a strange combination, and yet Kratos feels a rush of gratitude that his son is apparently observant enough to know when not to ask.

[If that's your doing, thank you.]

Alright.

[Far more relaxed than only moments ago, Kratos pulls the slate closer and writes some simple sentences in the space remaining, very like the one with which he'd begun. 'The red-haired girl picked the blue flower.' 'The crow flew into the building window.' 'The half-elf's hair was blue.' 'A puppy gamboled around the meadow.'

[Then he pushes it back.]

There. Label all the words you can in each of these sentences. Let me know if you're unsure.