[The rickshaw ride is not fun. Kratos keeps his hand pressed to his ribs and tries not to hunch in too much against the sway and the wind -- though it's hard to fight the urge, even knowing it won't help. It feels as if the wind steals his breath away, as much as the pain.

[He barely notices that Yuan has taken the basket, until he opens his eyes to find Yuan offering his hand. Kratos doesn't take it at first, not because he refuses, but because he can feel the pressure inside his chest, and it's making his breath shorten alarmingly. It takes him a moment to move and take the hand, lowering himself to the ground as steadily as he can manage with a bad leg and his body aching.

[Not quite steady enough; it jars a pained grunt out of him, despite his best efforts. Even still, he makes his slow, determined way to the door.]