[Kratos, for his part, is too used to covering to slump once they're inside. Or possibly he just doesn't have the wherewithal; he stands where he is for some seconds before he registers that Yuan has spoken to him.]

... Yes.

[His voice is still soft, still raw. Hours of walking, then an hour's trek by cart -- his leg barely wants to hold him. He managed to get into the tent without anything seeming untoward. Now he's not sure how to take a step.

[But he does, and though his trembling knee buckles, the brace locks in and he manages to keep his balance until he can lower himself on his trunk.]