[Yuan moving his hand makes the little spark of mana subside, not that it makes much difference to the whole feeling of it. Kratos takes the time to continue breathing, a conscious act; it seems every time he stops thinking about it, he stops. He still hasn't moved, otherwise.

[When Raine turns to him Kratos sends a mute agreement of Yuan's diagnosis, with some additions. The pressure, yes; the sense of something like debris, mana being diverted, mana being tangled. Yuan's prod which had loosened some part, but not others, and made it less stable. The tingle between his shoulder blades where his wings should usually be -- possibly an unintended casualty of that prod. (And behind it, very light, the unconscious awareness of the thud of the seal, distant but still lingering as a phantom in that scar.)

[He's as gentle as he can be, reserved, remembering Yuan's reaction from when Kratos had transmitted a present feeling to him. Raine isn't even an angel, and Kratos does not wish to overwhelm.]