[It takes some quiet moments before Kratos can find an answer, while trying to make his breathing even. He quivers at the touch of Yuan's hand on his back, the seal watchful; but the threat isn't a lethal one and the seal subsides, and all that's left is the memory of what might happen if his back is touched.

[The first response he manages is a sense of grim dismissal of Yuan's apology. Kratos had asked. He can't blame Yuan for bad results when he'd asked.

[But he stays where he is a bit longer, forehead resting on Yuan's shoulder, until his mana calm down. The idea of having someone else poking around in the core of him isn't exactly palatable; but moments pass and add the distance of time to the feeling, and it's the tangled weight of mana burning in him which seems the worse of the two choices.

[... Yes. Okay. He could probably learn to live with it. Probably. But he'd be useless with half his skills crippled by it. He does not want to be useless. Yuan expects him to not be useless. Lloyd deserves a father who isn't useless. So having Raine help it will have to be, once she's rested. In the morning.

[Kratos exhales deliberately, and it's the smoothest it's been since that prod to his mana. Show me the armour again.

[If they have to wait until morning, he can at least search out where all the tangles are in the meantime.]