[That's probably the better option, though it'll jar Kratos's ribs. It's that or walking, and Yuan doesn't care to make Kratos walk like this. Neither option is good. He nods at Kratos's assent, and then moves past him to lead the way, keeping his pace slow.]

[He wonders if it's worth asking about the strange duty of loyalty Kratos bears. If he'll get any more certain answers now.]

[...once they're home, he'll see to Kratos. Until then, it's quiet, with not much room for friendly conversation given the setting. At the outskirts of the market, as people thin, Yuan can see rickshaws. Some occupied, some for hire, and one of the latter he manages to hail, Kratos in tow. The ride is altogether short, though it feels much longer for watching Kratos sit and suffer quietly. As he does.]

[At home Yuan takes the basket, as though he's daring Kratos to argue, and offers a hand to help him down, mouth a flat determined line.]