[As long as Kratos actually ate. Yuan draws his chair over and sits down, folding one leg up to balance the dish on.]

I've hardly had time to miss you.

[He's been away today, all told, less time than usual. It is not, however, outright a denial; and his tone is the same dryness as earlier.]

Since I'm here, though, I wanted to keep an eye on you. How's your breathing?