[Yuan leans up to reach him, rising up on his knees. It's a closer view of the bruises than his first, recognizing-only glance, and he finds he likes them even less now that he can mark the strike of the cane, the fall of a boot.]

[The salve, where he starts, is cool, but his hands are warm.]

I'll handle those next, then.

[And he's relieved Kratos isn't still trying to hide anything.]

I take it you'll still want to handle your knee?