[Yuan coils the chains, looping them over his wrist. He has no idea what to do with these, either. Chains are not something he habitually uses in his day-to-day, and they'll have no place in the decor. Perhaps he'll throw them in the back of a closet and forget about them.]

[Now what. It's a good question. Yuan is asking himself the same. He eyes Kratos again, wondering what next. The braid issue can wait, even though it's something of a mess right now. Acquiring a cane will require leaving the house, and probably bringing Kratos as well, for a judge of length; though he is more or less of a height with Yuan.]

[So: right now, deal with Kratos as he would a recently released prisoner. Assume he has not been well-treated, and is likely in pain.]

Now you sit down. When was the last time you ate?

[As he asks, Yuan gestures past himself, toward where the kitchen is, just off the hall.]