[He's... very definitely being held. Yuan settles there, very occasionally still trembling, and simply-- absorbing.]

[It is inescapably true. There is simply a way it does not wish to settle, in his mind, the newness meeting old inescapable patterns. Yuan will adjust -- he is not about to let this simply escape him for habit's sake -- but it will take a little bit of time.]

[He lifts a hand only to swipe it across his eyes, and then drops to hold on to Kratos's arm again.]

I-- thank you.

[This is, now, faintly embarrassed. To be fair, this is not where he pictured his day going.]

You-- know I would free you, if I reasonably could.

[But they have had this discussion of naturalization, and Kratos will not leave him -- still surreal -- so without another clever solution, Kratos is more or less stuck in the status of a slave.]