I'll see whether we have any more blankets to spare.

[Their casualties weren't bad, but they're in the mountains and the nights aren't warm. Kratos looks down at his half-finished letter. The letters are blurring; he rubs his eyes.]

I should get some sleep. So should you.

[Boredom is not precisely conducive to resting, but maybe Kratos's conversation was stimulating enough that Yuan will find it easier.]