[He still sounds terrible, and raspy, and any sarcasm is robbed from the words by those facts. He cradles the mug using the corners of his blanket and sips it, very carefully; it burns going down and not just because of the temperature. Kratos grimaces hard, nearly coughs at the pain, and can't say anything for a minute.
[Sore throats are the worst.
[He stays hunched over that mug, his hair sticking out where it's come loose of the braid, breathing in the steam and not quite daring to try another sip yet. Instead he glances over what Yuan's brought with tired, bloodshot eyes, and he sounds a bit incredulous as he asks:]
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[He still sounds terrible, and raspy, and any sarcasm is robbed from the words by those facts. He cradles the mug using the corners of his blanket and sips it, very carefully; it burns going down and not just because of the temperature. Kratos grimaces hard, nearly coughs at the pain, and can't say anything for a minute.
[Sore throats are the worst.
[He stays hunched over that mug, his hair sticking out where it's come loose of the braid, breathing in the steam and not quite daring to try another sip yet. Instead he glances over what Yuan's brought with tired, bloodshot eyes, and he sounds a bit incredulous as he asks:]
No tissues?