[Wordless and grimacing, Kratos manages to nod just once, and reaches out a shaking hand for the water while keeping himself semi-upright. He needs a bit of help to hold it, however, and his face twists with every swallow until his throat is soothed enough for him to whisper hoarsely:]

I'm not dying. This is normal.

[Where Yuan's concerned, 'act accordingly' could mean anything from kidnapping a Tethe'allan doctor to forcibly attaching the cruxis crystal. Kratos isn't always relegated to a bed, but most times that's what happens, and it's never reached the level of turning into something like pneumonia, unlike some of the villagers in the past. Still, the way he moves to lay his head back down is ginger, and there's a general air of weariness and lethargy about him as he closes his eyes.]

Read to me.

[The silence is nearly as bad as the way he's feeling. Frank had a tendency to read to his bed-ridden patients; it had been strange, the first few times. As Lloyd got older, and it became clear Kratos getting sick was going to be a regular occurrence, Lloyd had taken over the duty. The result is that history is one of the few subjects at school which Lloyd actually enjoys, and that Kratos feels lonely without a voice in the background while he's recuperating.]