Your ability to comprehend the obvious is still astounding, Yuan.

[Kratos is in no mood to extend favour, especially since it's in Yuan's best interest to keep him alive until a more convenient time. He closes his eyes and rests his arm on his knee, his face in his hand, and coughs again, his words tickling his throat.

[Of course they don't have anything. Half-elves have better immune systems than humans do, and definitely better than Kratos, currently. Kratos's words next are more resigned, but also indicate a very definite familiarity with this situation.]

I'm going to need hot ginger tea. Or honey and cinnamon, if you have those instead. A face steam of thyme, rosemary and oregano will help. And chicken soup. Or other soup. No grains, no milk, no cheese. And a book. Or three.

[He's going to go stir-crazy if all he has to do is sleep.]