[It sounds almost forced, the snappishness, only because it lacks the prickle. It's strange, how alien that tone can sound without the prickles. Still, Kratos hesitates. The idea of taking a bumpy rickshaw with his ribs in this condition makes him have to restrain a shudder.

[Carrying is also not optimal, primarily because of the indignity and what it would say about them both and that the relationship is not precisely usual. Especially since Yuan is, right now, implicitly giving him the choice.

[After a moment Kratos grimaces.]

Rickshaw it is.

[He takes a moment longer to catch his breath, and then turns awkwardly to start moving out of the alcove, scanning the distance for the elevator.]