[It takes some time. Kratos deliberately breathes, slow and even, and counting between them. The counting is only necessary to remind himself to breathe again, rather than the opposite, as it usual among humans. The motion of Yuan's hand on his back remains soothing, unknots the tension; in some fashion, unknots Kratos's mana, too. Not enough to fix the problem -- but enough that even Kratos can tell the difference in the movement from just waking to now.

[Finally Kratos exhales once more and searches himself, and glances at his hand behind Yuan's back. Not shaking. He can still hear voices from downstairs, as well, so no one has managed to sleep yet.]

Alright. I'm ready.

[Even still, it's with some reluctance that he stirs to pull back. He's okay when leaning on Yuan, letting Yuan carry him; he isn't so sure without the benefit of that comfort. Of course, Yuan isn't exactly leaving is he? Kratos is being ridiculous.

[Still, he doesn't quite manage to look Yuan in the face as he turns to swing his legs off the bed, rising gingerly in case the nightmare has disoriented him again.]