[The difficulty is that if Yuan keeps arguing, it will descend into a back and forth worthy of five-year-olds. He'd prefer to avoid that for once.]
[But he isn't mothering. Kratos gets a flat look before Yuan keeps picking at the stew, adjusting his physical senses to match.]
[They subside into something easier than they've known in decades, and Yuan is absently tracking Kratos' mana with one corner of his mind and considering the gentle prickle of static with the rest when the world seems to heave, and the sense of the world's mana suddenly becomes so much more. It's dizzying. Yuan reaches for Kratos on instinct alone, hand closing like a vise over Kratos' wrist.]
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[But he isn't mothering. Kratos gets a flat look before Yuan keeps picking at the stew, adjusting his physical senses to match.]
[They subside into something easier than they've known in decades, and Yuan is absently tracking Kratos' mana with one corner of his mind and considering the gentle prickle of static with the rest when the world seems to heave, and the sense of the world's mana suddenly becomes so much more. It's dizzying. Yuan reaches for Kratos on instinct alone, hand closing like a vise over Kratos' wrist.]
Is that--?