[No, Yuan needs every bit of that explanation. He shakes his head in turn, not looking quite at Kratos any more. Under his breath:]

Legends. Hah.

[He doesn't know whether to be bitter he has to have heard this from Kratos, in this situation, or some kind of joyful for the matter existing at all.]

For the bird, I assume.

[That makes best sense. Yuan glances back at Kratos only sidelong.]

Surely they must have had their fill of staring by now.