[You'll be awake, won't you? Yuan sounds matter-of-fact, like there's no question they'd have a chance to go through them together first. We'll see if you remember them.]

[Yuan settles a bit, still, in response to Kratos's next question-- mostly because he doesn't know, and can't be entirely sure. He thought he felt something, earlier, and he doesn't think there's a way for Kratos to have come through fifteen years completely unscathed, but he isn't sure. Yet.]

[He passes something like a request for patience back, and sets his hand lightly between Kratos's shoulder blades again, with a faint prickly warmth that says something of Yuan's own mana. In the end he can't quite pinpoint what's wrong; only that it doesn't move like he feels Kratos should. Not entirely.]

[The best Yuan can think is that it's like a scar in Kratos's essence. I don't know. That's why I think we should start with control.]

You aren't broken. Only wounded.

[And that, for a change, is aloud.]