[Yuan has some frustration for not having the last word, but in all fairness, he doesn't have the energy to argue much about it.]

[The next few days pass in boredom, mostly, in a tired fog of sleep and waking and worrying and listening for attacks. An-Lin comes to visit him once or twice, to keep him apprised, but she's trying to help Kratos and ride herd on the majority of the Sylvaranti prisoners, which leaves her little time for entertaining.]

[Yuan gets very familiar with the ceiling of the tent. Mostly because he's been informed he shouldn't even try to sit up without help. He hates the boredom, and the helplessness, and the way hours blend and stretch and leave him with very little sense of actually what time it is.]

[By the time Kratos catches up to him, he's arguing with the healer, mostly for something to do.]

You're fevered and constantly tired--

Haven't all of you been telling me to rest?

[Yuan is waspish despite that he should be thankful for being looked-after and not allowed to die.]

I'm not human, I've always been warmer--

I'm aware of how to treat half-elves, and this is outside typical parameters-- Commander Aurion.

[Yuan inhales deeply to say something more and grimaces at the muscles it pulls, breaking off instead. The healer, meanwhile, looks only relieved to see Kratos, who will theoretically be able to do something about Yuan.]