[Kratos translates that to mean 'if you fall over again I'm going to be even more prickly than usual out of worry'. The thought makes him smile, despite everything. He takes the leaves without complaint, and very carefully leans back on his hands to make room for Yuan, grunting at the grinding shift in his side.]

I don't think so -- but you may be able to tell better.

[Now that he's leaned back, his ribs have room to move, though he'd really rather they didn't; but it means Yuan will feel anything untoward. At least it's also easier to breathe like this, though he does so shallowly, and he can feel the looseness of his ribs enough that his voice is strained as he speaks.]

That didn't quite go according to plan. What's our next step?