[Lloyd's expression turns to calculating discontent, and if Kratos isn't mistaken from the sidelong glance at Yuan, he is entirely planning to try and draw something up to reproduce.]
He probably was.
[The fact that Yuan isn't giving complete answers is almost answer enough. Kratos sheathes Flamberge, cutting off the flaming line of shadow on the ground.]
Is -- breakfast over?
[It's possibly a bad attempt at a distraction, but Kratos feels better than he did just hours before, and while he might not be able to eat much, he should probably at least try. Lloyd beams, at least, evidently taking it as a good sign that he wants to do so.]
No way, there's still stuff left! C'mon!
[He reaches out to take Kratos's arm and checks himself; after split second Kratos reaches back, hardly needing to put his hand in Lloyd's before Lloyd takes it anyway to tug him inside.]
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He probably was.
[The fact that Yuan isn't giving complete answers is almost answer enough. Kratos sheathes Flamberge, cutting off the flaming line of shadow on the ground.]
Is -- breakfast over?
[It's possibly a bad attempt at a distraction, but Kratos feels better than he did just hours before, and while he might not be able to eat much, he should probably at least try. Lloyd beams, at least, evidently taking it as a good sign that he wants to do so.]
No way, there's still stuff left! C'mon!
[He reaches out to take Kratos's arm and checks himself; after split second Kratos reaches back, hardly needing to put his hand in Lloyd's before Lloyd takes it anyway to tug him inside.]