[...And Kratos has gone apparently delirious. Yuan grimaces.]
Yau and Brighid, from the administrative office.
[He's... reasonably certain those are the right names. He still has work to do on Kratos's agendas.]
No, they don't grow on plants. They're going to look after you for now.
[Back at the two visitors:]
If he worsens, there's a bowl of water with oil of frankincense in it on the desk; heat it up and have him breathe the steam. I shouldn't be long.
[He reaches up to pat at his hair, which is -- thanks to the fact he takes better care of it than most -- not an unforgiving mess. As he turns, Yuan is already sorting the first strands of the braid out, intending to do so as he goes. It wouldn't be the first time.]
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Yau and Brighid, from the administrative office.
[He's... reasonably certain those are the right names. He still has work to do on Kratos's agendas.]
No, they don't grow on plants. They're going to look after you for now.
[Back at the two visitors:]
If he worsens, there's a bowl of water with oil of frankincense in it on the desk; heat it up and have him breathe the steam. I shouldn't be long.
[He reaches up to pat at his hair, which is -- thanks to the fact he takes better care of it than most -- not an unforgiving mess. As he turns, Yuan is already sorting the first strands of the braid out, intending to do so as he goes. It wouldn't be the first time.]