[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.]

We should go.