[Yuan is -- slightly -- alarmed when he checks in on Kratos next. Almost motionless, and with what sounds like a terrible cough. Yuan doesn't remember, precisely, what coughs usually sound like; but this one tweaks some deep-seated sense of concern in him. That isn't a noise anyone's lungs should be making, human or no.]
[Kratos had seemed sure he would be fine. Yuan finds himself slightly more dubious.]
[Before all that long he's sitting on the edge of the bed next to Kratos, reaching down to alternately feel his forehead -- something about checking for fever, he recalls distantly -- and to check his pulse.]
[Kratos is not allowed to die of sickness here and now.]
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[Kratos had seemed sure he would be fine. Yuan finds himself slightly more dubious.]
[Before all that long he's sitting on the edge of the bed next to Kratos, reaching down to alternately feel his forehead -- something about checking for fever, he recalls distantly -- and to check his pulse.]
[Kratos is not allowed to die of sickness here and now.]