[The house, perhaps, isn't much; but it's Yuan's, and he's relieved to see it, in his way. It doesn't look like anyone's tampered with it while he's gone.]

[He deals with the matter of paying the driver, counting coins into her hand before turning to glance at Kratos. The leg and the chains combined can't make it easy, and Yuan is prepared to catch if he needs to, but Kratos seems to manage well enough. Good. One less thing to worry about.]

[Yuan draws the key from inside his armor and opens the door, holding it for Kratos, closing and locking it again behind him. The interior is better decorated than the exterior; there is color, and some little softness to disguise the hardest of the angles, and while it might be modest it looks warm even without any physical heat.]

[Almost as soon as the door is closed, the length of chain that serves as a lead clatters carelessly to the floor, and Yuan reaches to un-do Kratos's bonds.]