[Kratos takes another few breaths, blinking the sting away from his eyes; it doesn't at all change the haggardness of his face.]
Thank you.
[This is hoarse and soft, and not at all referring to just the brace. He leans back on a hand, shifting his hip so Yuan can get at the part under his thigh, and settles once that's done. Even that seems to take more strength than it should. Kratos catches his breath, and after a moment stirs to unwrap the package.
[Inside are a set of honey cakes cradled by waxed paper cups, still warm and delightfully sticky. Kratos stares down at them for a moment, and thinks of the limp but gracefully given flowers still in the basket. Not unexpectedly, his breath catches again and his vision blurs; he presses the back of his hand to his mouth, shoulders trembling, but manages to keep things to a series of short gasps instead of outright sobs.]
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Thank you.
[This is hoarse and soft, and not at all referring to just the brace. He leans back on a hand, shifting his hip so Yuan can get at the part under his thigh, and settles once that's done. Even that seems to take more strength than it should. Kratos catches his breath, and after a moment stirs to unwrap the package.
[Inside are a set of honey cakes cradled by waxed paper cups, still warm and delightfully sticky. Kratos stares down at them for a moment, and thinks of the limp but gracefully given flowers still in the basket. Not unexpectedly, his breath catches again and his vision blurs; he presses the back of his hand to his mouth, shoulders trembling, but manages to keep things to a series of short gasps instead of outright sobs.]