[Yuan's drawn him aside into an alcove, sheltered by the stone, out of the main stream of people and where passersby would have to actually look to see them. Now that there's the freedom for it he studies Kratos a little more closely, noting the pallor and the way his face is set.]

[And the expectant way he's looking at Yuan.]

[It strikes Yuan that if he demanded it, Kratos probably would try to simply carry on the shopping trip like nothing has happened, despite the shortness of his breath and the way his hand is pressed to his side. The thought jars him, unsettles him. He has no idea how this sort of loyalty even exists, much less why.]

[His stunned silence is, after more than a few moments, going to be noticeable. Yuan shakes himself mentally.]

...we're going home. I'll find some other way to deal with this.