[Kratos huffs a little, reaching down to test the heat of the water. Hot baths were not precisely easy, in Iselia; Kratos is going to take full advantage of this.]

Lloyd ... made a friend in the Iselian ranch. He and his friend were sneaking her food. They were seen, and a squad came to Iselia to exact their pound of flesh.

[And Kratos couldn't, wouldn't, let Lloyd take that pain -- it doesn't even need to be said. But Kratos looks up again at Yuan.]

Does it make such a difference when it's me?