[The cold makes Kratos's skin prickle, but Yuan's hands warm it soon enough. His touch is brisk and efficient, which Kratos appreciates if only for the fact that it might help Yuan remain comfortable. Yuan, it seems, is not used to any sort of physical closeness, no matter how pragmatic.]

Yes -- I can manage that.

[He'll need something to wrap it with, and the salve will be useful for bruising; but that can wait until Yuan is done. Kratos sits quietly, half-hugging himself to keep his shirt raised, and turning when Yuan indicates so all the bruises can be attended. He still hurts all over; but he hurts less without the burden of secrecy on him.]