[Yuan gives Kratos a mildly irritated look at this, but he's heartened by it; if Kratos is well enough to get snippy, he can't be on death's doorstep.]

[So he steps out, and is halfway to the market by the time he finishes his braid. Fortunately, he knows where to find what he's looking for, and before very long Yuan's back, some coin lighter and bearing three diffusers, each of slightly different color and form. Each is, naturally, for a specific room.]

[He sets them on the table in the kitchen for the moment, giving Brighid a mildly bemused look in the process. It's odd, seeing anyone who isn't Kratos in the kitchen, and that, too, tells Yuan a lot.]

[There's a diffuser in one hand and essential oil in the other when he ducks into Kratos's room, and eyes both Kratos and Yau in turn with some suspicion. Was this genuinely the best idea? Yuan's sure there's already some misconceptions about his relationship to Kratos. Damn.]

[But he can't deny the peace of mind for knowing someone else is here.]

He's a terrible patient, but he listens when it's important.

[Don't make a liar out of him, Kratos. He comes across to start setting up the diffuser on Kratos's bed-side table; there is a brief pause to see how Kratos is breathing. More quietly:]

Kratos. They're doing us a favor.

[Try not to make anyone regret it.]