[By the time Yuan finishes, the ache is already dulling as the effects of the salve settle in. It leaves a faint tingle behind, and is enough that Kratos can sit up more upright to take a few deep, slow breaths. They're shortened by the spark of pain when he tries, but with one hand on his side, he can't feel anything moving.]

I can manage; nothing's moving.

[It's not fun, but he can manage, which is better than the pain being too much. Having tested that, Kratos reaches down to pull up his trouser leg to his knee, where the bruises are already showing. He uses the salve on that first, waiting for Yuan to come back.

[And it occurs to him, belatedly and with a grimace:]

I'm going to have trouble getting home.

[He can hardly stay here, after all, taking up space in Yuan's office -- but he's not sure he'll be able to manage to make it home without help.]