[Once Kratos is down, he sits beside the basket for a few moments, breathing and trying to find the energy to do more than simply exist. He only stirs and looks up when Yuan comes to him, his face drawn and lined.]

I --

[He can't imagine doing anything for himself right now.]

Yes.

[The plate, he barely glances at; but the package, after a moment, he takes to set beside him, a little blankly. It'll get in the way, on his lap.]