I'd probably find it more difficult to help if you were fighting me.

[Yuan stands back, upright, for a moment, studying Kratos in return with only half his thoughts, considering what'll be necessary. As such he almost catches the softness but ultimately knows only that something passed him by, and he's significantly more occupied by Kratos's humor.]

[His shoulders go tense, but it's too important to stand on his dignity right now, even if his instinct is very much to avoid that particular aspect of this situation.]

You've had your shirt off before.

Stay where you are.

[Yuan departs briefly to return with bandages -- he does like to keep supplies on hand, just in case -- and a grimly determined look in his eye.]