[Apart from that he is quiet, simply present, simply being. Minding his own nature, and waiting for Kratos to reach out.]
[When Kratos finally manages it, it's uneven; it's ragged, and it matches the tension in Kratos's back and the catch of his breath. But it is Kratos, real and existing and warm, and some semblance of himself again.]
[You have it. Let it go, and do it again. Don't push yourself, but as many times as you can.]
[Yuan, too, couldn't begin to guess if this is Kratos's mind or his -- scarred? -- mana. He suspects that practice will make the difference; and if that's the case, does it matter, right now, which it is? Practice and endurance and Kratos will heal. As much as he can.]
[And remember to breathe. Count if you need to. Yuan is sounding more and more like a teacher, and he isn't even really entirely aware of it. He nudges Kratos's mana with his own where their hands meet, very softly personal.]
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[Apart from that he is quiet, simply present, simply being. Minding his own nature, and waiting for Kratos to reach out.]
[When Kratos finally manages it, it's uneven; it's ragged, and it matches the tension in Kratos's back and the catch of his breath. But it is Kratos, real and existing and warm, and some semblance of himself again.]
[You have it. Let it go, and do it again. Don't push yourself, but as many times as you can.]
[Yuan, too, couldn't begin to guess if this is Kratos's mind or his -- scarred? -- mana. He suspects that practice will make the difference; and if that's the case, does it matter, right now, which it is? Practice and endurance and Kratos will heal. As much as he can.]
[And remember to breathe. Count if you need to. Yuan is sounding more and more like a teacher, and he isn't even really entirely aware of it. He nudges Kratos's mana with his own where their hands meet, very softly personal.]