[Now that everything's quiet, and Kratos is calmer, and his eyes are closed, it's almost laughably easy to see where and how Yuan is manipulating his mana. It feels new, in a strange way, just because it's been so long since they've bothered to listen to each other to this extent.

[Right vambrace. That's easy enough to tell. Maybe if Kratos follows along, without drawing mana to the surface ...

[He turns his attention inward to his own mana, and almost at once his stomach flips and his body tenses. He strives not to grip Lloyd's hand any tighter, but it takes a few moments of even breathing before the anxiety passes.

[Damn it.]