[At Kratos' stirring Yuan is instantly focused on him. But Kratos settles, and Yuan lets out his breath almost in response, bowing his head slightly.]
Go with Botta.
[He nods, seconding the suggestions, and flicks his gaze to Raine.]
Raine. We'll need your help.
Of course.
[She nods, and trails Yuan up the stairs. While Yuan sets Kratos down she starts casting, and before long Yuan, too, is feeling the warm wash of a healing arte.]
[That's right. Yuan keeps forgetting he was injured. He checks his side absently, finding much of it closed over, and dismisses the matter again. Kratos is currently more important. But the same arte that caught Yuan is healing Kratos as well, and so there's little more to be done for now. As Yuan watches, bleeding stops and flesh closes up. Then all that's really left to do is to wait for Kratos to wake.]
[He's waited fifteen years, and yet this waiting seems all the longer for not knowing. Raine clears her throat when Yuan moves to sit beside the bed. He looks up; she points at him.]
You may want to clean yourself up. I'm sure you're loath to leave him alone, but you won't be any kind of reassurance if he wakes with you looking like that. If you go now, the likelihood of Kratos waking while you're gone decreases significantly.
[It's difficult to argue with that cool logic, especially when Yuan glances down at himself and finds blood soaking much of his shirt and sleeve. Yuan looks at her for a long moment, wanting nevertheless to argue. Raine lifts her chin a little, which Yuan has learned is a reasonable sign that she's about to be stubborn.]
[He could choose simply not to be moved. In the end Yuan goes to clean himself up, quick and perfunctory. As he ducks out of the room he hears Raine telling Lloyd to help her with Kratos, that they can at least get his shirt changed and the blood cleaned away from him as well.]
[Yes; Kratos is in good hands. Yuan's back in barely a few minutes in any case, and Raine sighs at him but says nothing more. He can tell she'd rather he was resting.]
[In faint concession, Yuan sits down to wait instead of pacing. A minute or two after that, he reaches out to lay his hand lightly over Kratos's. Any little thing to let Kratos know his surroundings are different, when he approaches consciousness again.]
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Go with Botta.
[He nods, seconding the suggestions, and flicks his gaze to Raine.]
Raine. We'll need your help.
Of course.
[She nods, and trails Yuan up the stairs. While Yuan sets Kratos down she starts casting, and before long Yuan, too, is feeling the warm wash of a healing arte.]
[That's right. Yuan keeps forgetting he was injured. He checks his side absently, finding much of it closed over, and dismisses the matter again. Kratos is currently more important. But the same arte that caught Yuan is healing Kratos as well, and so there's little more to be done for now. As Yuan watches, bleeding stops and flesh closes up. Then all that's really left to do is to wait for Kratos to wake.]
[He's waited fifteen years, and yet this waiting seems all the longer for not knowing. Raine clears her throat when Yuan moves to sit beside the bed. He looks up; she points at him.]
You may want to clean yourself up. I'm sure you're loath to leave him alone, but you won't be any kind of reassurance if he wakes with you looking like that. If you go now, the likelihood of Kratos waking while you're gone decreases significantly.
[It's difficult to argue with that cool logic, especially when Yuan glances down at himself and finds blood soaking much of his shirt and sleeve. Yuan looks at her for a long moment, wanting nevertheless to argue. Raine lifts her chin a little, which Yuan has learned is a reasonable sign that she's about to be stubborn.]
[He could choose simply not to be moved. In the end Yuan goes to clean himself up, quick and perfunctory. As he ducks out of the room he hears Raine telling Lloyd to help her with Kratos, that they can at least get his shirt changed and the blood cleaned away from him as well.]
[Yes; Kratos is in good hands. Yuan's back in barely a few minutes in any case, and Raine sighs at him but says nothing more. He can tell she'd rather he was resting.]
[In faint concession, Yuan sits down to wait instead of pacing. A minute or two after that, he reaches out to lay his hand lightly over Kratos's. Any little thing to let Kratos know his surroundings are different, when he approaches consciousness again.]