[No stairs; that's a relief. The thought of trying to navigate those is almost a nightmare. Limping heavily, Kratos follows Yuan, noting that Yuan drops his pace down to match. It's easier without his hands bound; Kratos has to wonder what's going to become of those chains.

[The washroom is nicely furnished as the kitchen isn't, with the same elegant arc to the cupboard handles, and a kind of varnish highlighting some of the stone's natural hues until it looks as though there's solid bands of blue and green around the walls. There isn't a window, but sunlight comes down from a hole in the ceiling, striking glass and illuminating the space with hardly the benefit of technological lights.

[And there's plants. Kratos has never seen that in such an enclosed space before. He blinks wordlessly at the narrow garden-bed flanking one wall, and then leans against the sink as Yuan runs him through the locations of all amenities.

[There is no shaving kit. He'll have to deal with the beard for a little while longer. His hair, though ... Kratos reaches up to test his hair again, and shakes his head.]

It's been a while since I've been able to wash my hair. I'm going to need help with the tangles.

[Frankly, lifting his arm even this far is a feat almost beyond him. Fatigue is setting in.]