[The child running at him freezes Yuan for a moment; but she leaves him only a breath or two to process that she's wrapped her arms around him before she's darting away again, leaving Yuan poleaxed and frozen on the edge of the street.]
[Hugs from a recently Tethe'allan girl who doesn't even speak any of the same language he does. Not anywhere near what Yuan had expected in his future.]
...You're welcome.
[It takes longer than it really should before he collects himself, steps away toward Kratos.]
no subject
[Hugs from a recently Tethe'allan girl who doesn't even speak any of the same language he does. Not anywhere near what Yuan had expected in his future.]
...You're welcome.
[It takes longer than it really should before he collects himself, steps away toward Kratos.]
We should go.