[Kratos swings his legs off the bed and pauses to assess how much of an idiot he's going to wind up looking. Back in Iselia, Lloyd had waited on him hand and foot; it's both familiar and not that Yuan stands back to see how he can handle himself.
[But it makes him pang, and have to exhale slowly. Differences, but they hurt, because Kratos remembers wishing Lloyd had been a bit less attentive. And now that he's not half-delirious with pain, and not still groggy enough to revert to the habits of four thousand years instead of two decades, he has to ask:]
no subject
[Kratos swings his legs off the bed and pauses to assess how much of an idiot he's going to wind up looking. Back in Iselia, Lloyd had waited on him hand and foot; it's both familiar and not that Yuan stands back to see how he can handle himself.
[But it makes him pang, and have to exhale slowly. Differences, but they hurt, because Kratos remembers wishing Lloyd had been a bit less attentive. And now that he's not half-delirious with pain, and not still groggy enough to revert to the habits of four thousand years instead of two decades, he has to ask:]
What happened to the others?
[He thinks he remembers, but he can't be sure.]