[The weight of that blade very much isn't a joke. There's a persistent sharp pain just below Kratos's shoulder-blade now. If he hasn't pulled something, he's going to be very surprised.

[He sheathes Flamberge, saying nothing at the twist in Ka-Fai's mouth as the wingpack is offered. He says nothing as he takes it, either, thumbing the catch to dematerialise the Swallow. The slight weight of that pack on his belt feels heavier than it is, and alien. He can't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be wearing this.

[Of every regiment in Sylverant, it had to be Ka-Fai's. Kratos doesn't like it.]

Master!

[Kratos breaks off his regarding Ka-Fai to nod toward his apprentice.]

Adrasteia. Please take down Commander Ka-Fai's standard, and ensure it's cleaned and repaired. Do not let it touch the ground.

[A standard shouldn't be sullied like that. Adrasteia salutes and skirts Ka-Fai, beckoning at a couple of the other knight-apprentices on the field who are searching for wounded or for identification of the bodies. Kratos doesn't move, his gaze returning to Ka-Fai. He doesn't attempt to make him walk, yet. Not until someone brings him some shackles. It would be demeaning, for Ka-Fai to be shackled by someone of lower rank.]

Have you any doctors in your regiment?