[The chains are currently languishing in the back of a closet, where Yuan dropped them the first time he stepped away for a little while. He has no plans to do anything with them apart from ignore them and generally forget they existed.]

[Do Tethe'allans not go in for indoor plants? Hm.]

[Although that thought is promptly forgotten in favor of utter bemusement at the invitation, such as it is. Yuan would have needed to tender some help, anyway, with the braiding at least, but...]

[It feels strange.]

I... can help if you need it, yes.

[Which he will, because no one bothers to take care of slaves. The thought sparks a brief flash of anger, visible but directed at no one present.]

[It occurs to him that injuries may not have been left at laming and neglect. Yuan hopes that's the extent of it even as he has the thought.]