['Just for now', Yuan says; but Kratos rather suspects it will wind up being longer. In any case, Yuan is close enough to boost the mana in Kratos's hand, and when Kratos closes his eyes to focus on his breathing, on the way his mana moves, it's unexpectedly restful.

[Give a few hours of sleep, and the unconscious use of mana, he might be healed by the time he awakens. If Yuan doesn't disturb him with an inability to lie still.

[Almost on the heels of the thought, Dirk's rumbling voice sounds, counterpointed by the regular scrape of metal on wood. It seems absent, but it's definitely a song, low enough not to draw attention and regular enough to soothe. Kratos can't remember the last time he got to sleep with someone playing music; Anna hadn't had the inclination.

[Martel had.

[Thankfully Dirk's voice is too different from Martel's panpipe to bring back bad memories. Instead, Kratos falls quickly off to sleep for the first time in years, his breathing regular, his face very nearly peaceful, and a smile on his lips.]