[Yuan weighs what value he might be able to add to that diagnosis by himself looking over Kratos against the necessity of then asking Kratos to disrobe; the recollection of the salve in his desk drawer both compounds and solves the problem all at once.]

The rib, if it is cracked, there will be little for but rest and time. I have a salve that may help with the bruises, and I can wrap your knee, but you should stay off it as much as possible.

[Exactly as Yuan said earlier. Kratos will not be going anywhere. It puts something of a crimp in the rest of his duties for the day, but Yuan has managed before, and will manage again. He'd rather not drive Kratos to the falling-over point again.]

[He looks long and thoughtful at Kratos, considering the warmth that shadows the concern he's feeling; then Yuan dismisses it, and gets up to go to his desk, rustling through the drawers. In a few moments he has what he sought, and he comes back over to Kratos with the un-capped jar of salve in his flat palm.]