[It breaks Kratos's train of thought, at least, though he had thought he'd answered sufficiently.]

No. They didn't really beat us once we reached the auction house.

[His wrists are raw from the chains, but that's about it, and doesn't require tending. No one really had the energy to test the guards' patience by then, and the guards weren't stupid enough to risk reducing the money that might be gotten. Kratos realises after the fact that the answer might be blunter than is wise -- but nothing about this situation is as he expected. Yuan's been blunt in turn.

[Now Kratos remembers the shower. Awkwardly he manages to climb into the tub to stand under the pounding water, and it's heaven; he braces himself against the wall and leans into it with a sigh, letting the water wash away the upper layers of grime.]