[Yuan doesn't let him go. Yuan, in fact, moves to his side to pick him up in a manner which should never have worked given how near to the same height they are. Kratos grunts in surprise at the action, and tenses, but he manages to resist the urge to object, especially since Yuan does it with such care that his wound barely twinges. Instead he grips Yuan's shoulder and suffers being moved.

Yes. Absolutely.]

Yeah. Just over here.

[Dirk moves around them to the living-area levelled off the ground, pulling some cushions out of a cupboard to lay them down near the wall, where Kratos can use it as a rest. He drags the low table out to give them room, but still be near enough to use once he's brought out the food.]

Make yourselves comfortable.