Novel.

[Yuan shakes his head.]

Some day, I may understand you.

[When he's done with the bandaging, he tucks the ends in, then straightens. Almost automatically, without genuinely thinking about it, he sets a hand over the back of Kratos's neck, frowning with a distant stare as he tries to feel out the alignment of the vertebrae.]

Of course you did. 'May have'?

[...Perhaps it's just better if Yuan takes that as 'definitely did.']