[Be here, not then. I won't let further harm come to you. Kratos takes deep breaths, letting those words fill him up, letting the stroke of Yuan's hand ground him until the words become something more than just sound.

[Cot. Close walls. Rumble of the skyship's engine. Here, being transported. Safe, owned, protected. Surely o Branain got all he could get from Kratos already.

[Even still, the thought of meeting the man makes Kratos quail inside. He tries to expunge it with a last deep, shaky breath, and doesn't quite manage; but at least it does let him reassert some calm. Even still, he can't quite bring himself to lift his head just yet, even if some of the tension in his body has eased out.]

Forgive me for waking you.

[This is soft, hoarse for everything Kratos has just been trying to contain.]