[It takes a few minutes longer than it strictly should, but Kratos does eventually emerge in his workout clothes once more, stretching carefully. His mobility is still markedly limited, compared to usual, but at least he's no longer limping and moving like a much older man. There's no way he can braid his own hair, though. With an air of amused resignation, Kratos hands the comb to Yuan.]

It occurs that this might have all been much easier if I'd gone to the medical wing.

[But then they'd have had people questioning what happened. Not that they won't be, with this; but for all they know, it could be an escape attempt gone wrong.]