[Though there are things to be done and troops to be checked over, half the while Yuan is picking at the knot of a problem that is Kratos, turning their interactions over in the faint hope of finding something illuminating in their recent conversations. He keeps coming back to wasn't strong enough, which makes precious little sense to Yuan. Strong enough to prevent his entire city falling? Well, it would be the rare man who was. Strong enough to stand for his sister? Human or half-elf, all bodies are only flesh and blood. Strong enough to cope by himself?]

[Well, perhaps; Yuan can't pretend he'd be entirely at ease in Kratos's situation. But he's offering the help freely. This, he understands, is how friends deal between each other: without burden, offering aid without expectation of recompense. Kratos is someone Yuan has the power to help, unlike every downtrodden slave or half-elf in Nidavellir.]

[He fusses about the room that night to see if Kratos will move or change that stare; when it becomes evident he isn't, Yuan comes to stand before him again.]

It's bothering you, not being able to deal with this on your own.

[There's a question beneath the statement.]

Would it-- help you, to talk about it?

[Yuan has no idea.]