[And now Kratos is manhandling him. Excellent. This day gets better and better. Yuan is stiff-shouldered and sullen by the time he's settled again, but the angle, he will admit, is slightly better. He draws breath, slow and careful, assessing himself.]

...yes.

[He can tell he's going to wind up quarantined. Coughing and unreasonably bored. His life could get lower, but right now Yuan's having trouble seeing it, and the slowly-healing wound aches with the phantom of the cough.]

[The healer stands back with arms folded once Yuan is settled.]

I don't intend to take any chances. There are treatments and there's every chance he'll recover -- especially if the wound isn't infected, which I am going to check -- but I won't take the risk of this passing to the other wounded. I'll have Knight-Initiate Adrasteia's tent commandeered for the purpose, thank you.