[The situation is equal shades surreal and not particularly objectionable. Yuan still looks alien, only because he's not in swift motion -- but the sensation of weirdness is lessened somewhat, now Kratos has seen him domestic. Kratos notes the doorway Yuan uses, and compares that to the ones he hasn't been through, mentally marking likely purposes in his head.]

Well enough. I didn't know what to do with these.

[He lifts the ribbons. His hair, slept-on while damp, is sticking up a bit; now washed and unbound, it's clearly longer than is his usual wont, reaching at least to his shoulders.]

I ... don't suppose you have some shaving utensils, now?

[His face itches.]