[The atmosphere's a strange one. Perhaps, Yuan thinks, it's for the best it won't be an exceptionally prolonged tour. They circle the city, but the castle and the entirety of its grounds are given a miss, and there's no back-tracking on the circle itself.]

[Flowers. Always flowers. And a flower crown. That's got the potential to be trouble. Yuan pretends -- for the moment -- he sees nothing. Spares a moment to wonder briefly about the pressing of flowers -- but that's not a matter for here and now. Perhaps later. Perhaps when they're... not home. But back to where they sleep.]

[And Yuan's learned a great deal about the city, by the time they're done and heading back. He thinks, perhaps, he understand Kratos better. He can only hope.]

[All the same, he won't be unhappy to be out of that odd electric atmosphere, and it's only when they're beginning to head back that Yuan's shoulders start to soften. And even then, only a little.]