[Kratos looks up at Raine with a short nod, and belatedly remembers to turn on his voice. It comes out nearly too soft for even a half-elf's ears, and raspy.]

Alright. Thank you.

[This is when Botta, entirely coincidentally, arrives back in the room with a tray of tea and some light pre-breakfast in the way of some stone-baked bread and butter. He judges, rightly, that it will vanish fast if the children wake up. The tray goes on the table in the corner, pushed aside the night before; then with a nod at Raine he vanishes back into the kitchen to start preparing something the children won't decimate in two seconds.

[Kratos ignores his movement, to blink at Yuan. 'Retrieved', Yuan says; as though Flamberge would have been at all easy to retrieve. Kratos honestly doesn't remember what happened to Flamberge. The last he saw of Yuan was throwing the Eternal Ring beneath the door before it came down between them. (His gaze falls, unconscious, to the ring on Yuan's finger.)]

I wasn't sure whether -- thank you.

[The rest of the armour is probably lost, and that's enough of a blow; but Flamberge is a very old family friend. It's ... good ... that he hasn't lost that.]