[Botta looks up only to nod at Yuan. He may not be telepathic, but there's an of course inherent in that nod, and he makes no move to retire to bed himself. His place by the door, seated in a chair and at a small portable desk, says enough.]

Okay, Uncle.

[It's a tone of voice Kratos would not have imagined Yuan using, but the sound of it makes his smile a touch broader. He submits to Lloyd claiming his hand to pull him toward the blankets. Lloyd himself flops down between Genis and Colette, who obligingly moves her arm to make space for him; then he arranges some pillows over their heads, near the wall.]

Come on over here, Dad. You can sit up against the wall.

[And still be within arm's reach, Kratos notes; and be near the window. That warms him from the inside in ways he hasn't felt in centuries. It won't make use of Yuan's chair, but Kratos goes to where Lloyd indicates anyway, settling himself on the pillows with his back up against the stone wall.

[... No. No good. Despite the familiarity of earth mana, the hard wall makes his back itch and his breathing short out. He shifts away instead to sit with one arm loose around his up-raised knee and the other, once again, claimed by Lloyd.]