[He doesn't seem like the type to ask for a reward, in any case. The kind for whom duty was more than enough. Kratos had known many men like that, in the distant past. He had been one of them. He hopes Botta's strength does better.

[Kratos puts his head back down once Yuan has Raine's attention. He'd stopped breathing again, sometime while waiting for her to wake; he makes sure to inhale now.

[My mana's scarred, he sends over. I can't use it properly. We're hoping one of your artes might be able to unravel it a bit.

[Even a bit might be enough. He can work around a scar, as long as there's some measure of ability to flow. Even now, he can still feel where it's inclined to spark, whether he uses it or not, just depending on the closeness of Yuan's hand. Like lightning drawn out by something of the like.]