[Yuan isn't surprised to feel Kratos tense up. As familiar as they are, it's still an intrusion. They wouldn't even be able to manage this much if they were anyone else; if they had any more of an elemental dissonance.]

[He stays where he is, eyes closed and hearing temporarily disabled so he can focus more clearly on mana. Lightning and tangled pathways and scarring. Raine will be better able to discern something more from this, to do something about it. But, perhaps... one more attempt.]

[Breathe, is the wisp of a thought, distracted with a more salient point. Yuan himself breathes, matching to Kratos, and abruptly pushes a touch more mana along the same thread. Like a shock; a galvanizing start, aimed at the loosest of the mana that won't move. If he can only get it started--]

[Well, Kratos may not appreciate it all. Yuan withdraws his mana in the second after, anticipating the reaction and nevertheless holding on physically.]