I hope you can eat for yourself, at least.

[He might feed Kratos if it's strictly necessary, but it seems a bit more intimate than Kratos has signed up for.]

[The brace, though. That's surely been worn long enough for one day. Yuan bends to work at the buckles, realizes the angle is going to be awkward, and lifts one shoulder in a faint shrug.]

[And then drops to one knee to get a better angle for undoing Kratos's brace, piece by careful piece. He knows this handiwork well.]