[Yes. Yuan can't really soften that. I can try. Don't move, let me...]
[Yuan unfolds his legs and gets up partway. On his knees he turns, leaning against Kratos's back and reaching over his shoulder to lay a hand about over the scar he feels. Contact always makes this kind of thing easier, and he's many centuries past self-conscious about this particular thing, in this context.]
[When he closes his eyes and turns his attention inward, he finds a little more clearly what he was sensing earlier. It still feels organic, not dead. It could move, but it's like the mana is either caught or has forgotten how to move.]
[Try to relax. Yuan breathes, and lets a filament of his mana drift into Kratos's. He never has figured out how to get the lightning out of it; he's no healer. But they both know lightning, and he can't hurt Kratos magically right now in any case.]
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[Yuan unfolds his legs and gets up partway. On his knees he turns, leaning against Kratos's back and reaching over his shoulder to lay a hand about over the scar he feels. Contact always makes this kind of thing easier, and he's many centuries past self-conscious about this particular thing, in this context.]
[When he closes his eyes and turns his attention inward, he finds a little more clearly what he was sensing earlier. It still feels organic, not dead. It could move, but it's like the mana is either caught or has forgotten how to move.]
[Try to relax. Yuan breathes, and lets a filament of his mana drift into Kratos's. He never has figured out how to get the lightning out of it; he's no healer. But they both know lightning, and he can't hurt Kratos magically right now in any case.]