[He probably wouldn't have made it. Kratos leans on his stick to rise, letting out an unconscious grunt as his body complains. It's worse that it's been except right after a return from the market, but not as bad as it was at the bottom of the stairs; at least he can make his limping way to the cot without help.
[By the time he reaches it Yuan has the pillows stacked, so Kratos sits and swings his leg onto the bed, resting back carefully. It pulls his rib, but not so much as to make breathing impossible; after a few testing inhales Kratos relaxes, letting his head sink back.]
Aibhlinn might be the best choice.
[Mother, old enough for children out to war, with a recently-sick grandchild for whom Yuan expedited some medical help from the military's medical professionals. Yuan should remember her. Kratos has had a few conversations with her which had nothing to do with work, a lot to do with children and -- oddly enough -- Yuan's taste in sweets.]
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[He probably wouldn't have made it. Kratos leans on his stick to rise, letting out an unconscious grunt as his body complains. It's worse that it's been except right after a return from the market, but not as bad as it was at the bottom of the stairs; at least he can make his limping way to the cot without help.
[By the time he reaches it Yuan has the pillows stacked, so Kratos sits and swings his leg onto the bed, resting back carefully. It pulls his rib, but not so much as to make breathing impossible; after a few testing inhales Kratos relaxes, letting his head sink back.]
Aibhlinn might be the best choice.
[Mother, old enough for children out to war, with a recently-sick grandchild for whom Yuan expedited some medical help from the military's medical professionals. Yuan should remember her. Kratos has had a few conversations with her which had nothing to do with work, a lot to do with children and -- oddly enough -- Yuan's taste in sweets.]