[The sword's gone. Zelos blinks up at Yuan, trying to decide where it went, trying to decide why Yuan isn't the one moving carefully under his good shoulder to help him to his feet.] What...?

On three, we'll both rise. Ready?

Yeah.

[The guard counts, and then lifts Zelos up. With the strong arm to lean on, Zelos finds it much easier to stay on his feet, but he moves his shoulder without thinking as he takes a step and he cries out in pain. The guard takes his arm and holds it against his chest like it's in a sling.] Here. Don't jostle it.

[Then the guard's attention turns to Yuan, and any trace of gentleness is gone from his face.] What were you doing here?

He saved me. I like him.

[Master Zelos, the guard decides, can't possibly know what he's saying.]