['Master' still weighs awkward. Yuan says nothing of it, but observes Kratos's progress for a moment -- no hitch in his gait but that which is typical, good -- and then he turns away.]

[Still much to do.]

[He has a handful of clan-tokens and a head full of whose they were by the time he makes it back to his tent that evening. Weariness beats down his shoulders and only now does it begin to show in a faint slump as he sets things down on his folded writing-desk.]

[As for Kratos...]

[Kratos brought food, it appears. Yuan rubs a hand across his eyes, tired and worn, but he is marginally brighter when that gesture is done. Not only for that thoughtfulness, but to see Kratos has eaten as well; the empty plate is telltale.]

[An odd day for improvement, though. But Yuan will take what he can get. For now.]

Are you -- all right?

[And it is close, but very different from the earlier are you injured.]