[The question is answered in a resounding negative; Kratos doesn't even notice the pinch. Somewhere along the way, perhaps before waking, perhaps just after, he'd turned his pain off without even consciously considering it. Fifteen years of constant agony has made it automatic.

[I see. That's probably why-- Why his mana had seemed strange to her. Kratos is glad for the interruption, if it means he doesn't have to figure out how to explain that one; but the sight of the boy is nevertheless nearly a surprise.

[Raine's brother, Kratos remembers Yuan saying; and the resemblance is unmissable. But if he hadn't known the relation beforehand, he might have wondered, for a moment, at the blue shades in the boy's white hair. (Wondered, then rejected; then possibly wondered again. After all, Yuan has been living domestically of late, in the same village as this young woman -- but no. Yuan never would. He'd made that choice a long time ago.)

[The circling thought is cut short by Lloyd's voice over his shoulder.]

It's what he's meant to look like! Isn't it weird? It's so long. And flowy.