[Yuan sounds displeased as he says this, improbably. He's adjusting his grip on Kratos, steering one-handed; his other is sticky with blood. It might be either of theirs. He isn't sure, and he doesn't care.]
Sylvarant should be, if not flourishing, then at least recovering.
[Genis puts in, a cheerful front over his previous fear.]
I can feel the mana. It's supposed to be like this.
[Raine murmurs a distant agreement, barely picked up by the comms.]
[None of the usual lifesigns are helpful for angels. Yuan minds Kratos' mana signature instead, infinitely familiar despite the time apart. He's fine. He'll be fine.]
As for what was after us, that was Remiel. An angel.
[Yggdrasill was too distracted to follow immediately, luckily for them.]
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[Yuan sounds displeased as he says this, improbably. He's adjusting his grip on Kratos, steering one-handed; his other is sticky with blood. It might be either of theirs. He isn't sure, and he doesn't care.]
Sylvarant should be, if not flourishing, then at least recovering.
[Genis puts in, a cheerful front over his previous fear.]
I can feel the mana. It's supposed to be like this.
[Raine murmurs a distant agreement, barely picked up by the comms.]
[None of the usual lifesigns are helpful for angels. Yuan minds Kratos' mana signature instead, infinitely familiar despite the time apart. He's fine. He'll be fine.]
As for what was after us, that was Remiel. An angel.
[Yggdrasill was too distracted to follow immediately, luckily for them.]