[There is one sound, other than a cough, from beneath the pillow -- a low chuckle that even now Yuan chooses to stand on the principle of romances from Mizuho not being trashy, instead of denying that he reads them.

[But that amusement is long gone by the time Kratos wakes up again, bleary and even more miserable than before, with even less energy. He lays curled up under the warm darkness of his covers up until he hears the door slide open and Yuan's nearly-silent step. It's only then that Kratos stirs from his half-doze, pushing himself upright still wrapped in his blanket, and coughing, and generally sounding incredibly congested. His throat feels like it's burning, and his mouth is too dry to speak.

[He just holds out his hands for something -- anything -- to drink.