[Kratos takes his weight on his hand leaning back, but otherwise doesn't shift. The feel of Yuan's palm on that scar makes a shiver run down Krtos's spine, makes him tense. He exhales deliberately in an attempt to obey Yuan's order, and it does work, a bit; Yuan still registers as safe.

[Small as that reach of mana is, it feels stronger. Kratos bites down on a grunt of surprise -- not pain -- and immediately tenses again. Another exhale, another inhale ... he can feel the solid weight of his own mana, with Yuan's as a backdrop, even faint tho it is.

[And he can tell that that little touch isn't going to be enough. A 'nudge' isn't going to be enough. His mana is a tangle, scar over scar over scar, layered over fifteen years of an open wound forced into healing around a bared blade; the sediment of fifteen years of the woulds' mana channeled through him.

[It's not going to be enough.]