[Huh. Thanks. ...it isn't that it's strange, it's only... softer than usual, and Yuan doesn't know exactly what to make of it. And that's definitely not something he can realistically ask, why Kratos is being weird about this.]

You're welcome.

[It's really not all that much. Yuan nods, turns to go.]

I'll be back later. Try not to strain yourself.

[And the day goes on, much as ever. It's the one after that, though, when the package Yuan had ordered on his last trip to the market is delivered. He unwraps the package to examine the result-- bronze, but a faintly reddish one, worked into bracelets more reminiscent of bracers than cuffs. His name's been graven finely along the lower edge. All looks as it should be.]

[...He perhaps should have inquired to Kratos's tastes, but these seemed more or less correct. With bracelets in hand, Yuan heads for the kitchen, leaning in the door without entirely entering what's rapidly become Kratos's domain.]

I have something for you, when you have a moment.