[Kratos laughs again, as before, and he can't even deny it, barely even wants to try and control it. He hasn't felt like this in ... well, in millennia. He smiles then, his face wet with tears but exultant, and turns his trembling hand to grip the one Yuan's placed over it.]

It's your fault. You've thrown my mana all out of sorts.

[But the sound Yuan makes does filter through the euphoria, finally, and connects with the twist to Yuan's laugh earlier. Kratos catches his breath. He doesn't dare to turn anything off, but focussing on Yuan, listening to him in his head, cuts away some of the unmitigated joy. Kratos's eyes narrow.]

Yuan? Are you injured?