[Damn it. Yuan wonders if he can beg off regarding the job half-done.]

[He won't deny it would be nice to have more than what he's wearing now. He gives Kratos a look that speaks as eloquently as he knows how to of the fact that there are many tortures Yuan would rather face; but he goes with the servant, always conscious that though their race is the same, his position is indescribably lower.]

[They don't speak on the way there. Yuan suspects they simply don't know what to make of each other. He'd prefer that to being so far ignored that his presence isn't even acknowledged.]

[The quartermaster needs to measure him. Yuan suffers this as he must, always hyper-aware of whose hands are where, and mercifully the affair can be carried out without Yuan stripping. He is mostly silent, nodding where he can, speaking where he must.]

[He admits he's suspicious of approximately half of the clothing the quartermaster issues -- the fabrics don't look right -- but he's not in a position to argue or say what looks strange for Triet. Silently, Yuan re-traces a remembered path to Kratos's quarters.]

The quartermaster said these should be suitable for now.