[Yuan exhales softly, and comes over to lean against the back of the chair Kratos is sitting in.]

[She gets carried away with herself sometimes, yes.]

[I'm not hurt. Only... Yuan himself isn't sure what he is, at the moment, and he trails off with a slight frown of his own. Eventually he gives up and pushes the raw material of it at the link between them; the magnitude of the feeling, the wonder at Kratos's endurance. The renewed determination to end Yggdrasill.]

[Raine is content to pace and think, currently oblivious to the conversation going on nearby.]