[Yuan closes his eyes for just a moment. And then takes Kratos down the flower-strewn path. He can guess at meaning, at reason. He does not ask, to make Kratos answer.]

Very well. This way, then.

[There's the faintest uptilt in his tone; Yuan is not the one who knows his way around the city.]

...Do say something, if your leg begins to trouble you too much.

[Or. Anything else.]