[It takes the tug on his thigh for Kratos to notice that Yuan has bent for him; and another moment before he realises that this is not at all within the new social bounds to which he's been tied.

[Duty, above all else, slams into place as solid action.]

You shouldn't be doing that --

[He moves to slap Yuan's hands away before he can stop to think, then aborts halfway, catching his breath. The knowledge that this is the only duty he has left seems a more solid weight than it had, with the shadows of Vanaheim still on him.]