[Kratos's brow comes down further, and after a moment he releases Yuan's hand, oblivious to the stillness as anything other than a reaction to the 'negligible' pain.]

There will be a salve at my quarters.

[Which means they'll need to go there. After a moment's searching look, Kratos nods.]

Home first; I'll have one of the staff call in a tailor. Then food and attendance to -- any other physical needs.

[Medical or otherwise.]