Hah! And who would you get to hand feed me once you had?

[Kratos's words are whiplash cutting and snide, and also louder than they have to be, even accounting for the sound of the shower running. He hangs up his towel and steps under the hot water, leaning with his elbows against the wall.

[Hot running water. Bless. One thing he doesn't miss about Iselia is the lack of hot running water.]

I'd mislabel them as vital correspondence!