There were other matters at hand.

[The impending destruction of all his people, for one.]

At least I had the common sense to stop and try to fix-- Kratos. That's enough.

[This as soon as he notes Kratos' discomfort. Yuan swats Kratos' hand away, abruptly all prickles again.]

Don't heal me at your own expense.

[Mentally, a quiet apology; he would have allowed it, in truth, but he had thought Kratos slightly more recovered than that.]

[Apparently neither of them know their own limits any more.]