[Like drawn by gravity, Kratos lists to the side to rest against Yuan's shoulder instead. His eyes have already closed. But at that he exhales, and tries to think.]

No; nothing was said. I went to where the cavern opens up, just past that twisted pillar, and paused to try and think of the appropriate words. I heard a footstep, and turned --

[There had been a silhouette. His brow furrows.]

They were wearing armour.

[But that doesn't say much; in Tethe'allan territory, and in a place unmapped by Sylvarant, all of them had slept in armour.]

And I think -- their hair was brown to blond.

[With the light of the camp behind, there had been a shine too light to be brunet or darker ...]