As you say.

[This is said with comfortable amusement, as Kratos bends to pick up Lloyd's bag and trail the other three toward the training area. Lloyd already has his wooden swords out, gleefully showing Zelos his new patterns with a fluid determination. Despite his age, it's already clear just how long he's been holding a sword of some description.]

There's more I didn't mention. The people I escorted here recommended me to the festival caravan going to collect sacred wood from Ozette. We'll be leaving in the morning.

[Yggdrasill keeps an eye on Ozette; sneaking in under the festival flag, as a mercenary, might be their best chance to get sacred wood before they're pressed for time. Especially if Kratos can get some seedlings, to plant them in Sylvarant and away from Yggdrasill's control. Kratos would not ordinarily feel the need to point out that this means Lloyd can't come with -- but they're not, after all, alone.]

Obviously, it's too dangerous for Lloyd to come with; but I don't believe I can pass up the opportunity.