[By now he has practice, adjusting to Kratos's pace without it being awkwardly obvious, and so Yuan matches his speed -- if a step ahead of him -- and appreciates the local environment.]

[Nidavellir does have its upsides, and there is some part of him that has a fondness for the city despite everything.]

[There isn't all that much talking as they go. Yuan hasn't bothered with his uniform, reasoning that if he is too intimidating then they may never see the offending youths, and as much as that is the desired end result, he needs to discover who they are first. It wouldn't be tenable for him to always accompany Kratos, after all; his rest days don't come that frequently.]

[He tries not to glance back that often, and mostly fails. He wants to keep an eye on Kratos without appearing to hover too much, and the balance is a difficult one to strike.]

[In between the color and the people, Yuan's looking for teenagers. Teenagers, and Kratos's reactions.]