The apology, combined with the difficulties Lloyd thought Kratos meant, was enough to mollify Lloyd. Kratos couldn't have had any way of knowing that he'd be delayed more than he planned, and he had sent Ishida to warn Lloyd. He'd probably done the best he could. "I see," he said. He took another bite of his sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. "Maybe we can try again tonight, then, or..."

The movement of Kratos's hands drew Lloyd's eye, a flash of white that- Wait, white? With a sudden frown, Lloyd focused on the bandage that hadn't been there before. "What happened to your hand?" he asked. Or was it his arm? It was hard to see how far the bandages went up with the sweatshirt his nurse had probably made him wear just like Lloyd's had covering most of his arm.

You'll be going outside today, Nigel. Don't you want to be warm?