[It is. Kratos stirs, but without being hauled, simply -- essentially -- pulled, it's a smooth enough motion that he doesn't waken from the stirring. ... Though he is, of course, dead weight; and this resolves that he winds up more on Yuan than not.

[Which means that when morning comes and he stirs again, this time wakefully, he is chagrined to find himself where he is. Even at the same time that it is relieving, still, that they can find their way clear to it. The knowledge of what he'd said, what he'd done, is still a sharp weight; but it's less than it was, with the fact of Yuan's acceptance buoying it.

[Still ... he could have moved earlier, because when he shifts to move off Yuan, his leg is quite far from helpful, even for its current state. Kratos grimaces as he levers it off and around, so he's sitting instead, and glances sidelong at Yuan, wondering if there's anything more which needs to be said, if he's even awake.]