[That hurts. Yuan holds on instead of jerking back, tightening his grip and temporarily disabling his sense of pain.]

[It was worse than he thought. When Kratos slumps against him Yuan sits properly again, Kratos half in his lap, head bowed and gaze not at all present. Forgive me, is the first abashed thought that makes its way through again, as Yuan re-enables various senses and re-assesses the state of Kratos's mana.]

[His hand is still set over the scar, light and apologetic. It's not impossible. But you'd need Raine's help, I think, if you'll permit it.]