[But at what cost ...? is whispered, a thought forgotten as soon as Yuan leans over him. Without consciously realising it Kratos leans into the weight of Yuan's hand, and for all that he can't feel pain, for a moment the emotions in him rise to a lump in his throat and blur his vision.
[You didn't know.
[By the time Kratos opens his eyes again Yuan has lifted his hand and come around the chair. Wordlessly Kratos reaches out to gather up Yuan's hair, running his fingers through it, remembering the texture and how it moves. Pain is off; touch is only scaled.
[Remembering the braids takes more time, and Kratos begins and aborts a few attempts before finally settling on something he does remember. He works slowly, meticulously, reacquainting himself with the use of his fingers and the fine control needed to keep the threads of hair together.
[Talking aloud is too difficult while he's concentrating on this, though. Instead, through the link: What did you do in Iselia?]
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[You didn't know.
[By the time Kratos opens his eyes again Yuan has lifted his hand and come around the chair. Wordlessly Kratos reaches out to gather up Yuan's hair, running his fingers through it, remembering the texture and how it moves. Pain is off; touch is only scaled.
[Remembering the braids takes more time, and Kratos begins and aborts a few attempts before finally settling on something he does remember. He works slowly, meticulously, reacquainting himself with the use of his fingers and the fine control needed to keep the threads of hair together.
[Talking aloud is too difficult while he's concentrating on this, though. Instead, through the link: What did you do in Iselia?]