[Yuan reaches for the papers, finds his reach hampered by the solid weight against his side, and grimaces. He doesn't object, categorically, to Botta walking in on whatever this is -- Botta is his steady right hand, and the work involved in running an entire resistance organization does pile up while Yuan is unavoidably away -- but it would not have been his preference.]

[He takes a moment to shift Kratos off his shoulder, although once that's managed there's no real other natural place to lean him but Yuan's lap. Well, if it gives him full range of movement with both arms back, fine. He twitches Kratos' steadily untidier braid out of the way and does just that before taking the papers from Botta.]

Thank you, Botta.

He does. It was only a matter of time until he figured it out.

[Yuan did help a little, but Kratos is no fool. Yuan only laid out certain points more obviously.]

It's fine. His loyalties no longer lie in the same place.