[It's both frustrating and fascinating, seeing unheard communication pass between the two of them. Raine watches, and when Kratos responds she can feel the weight of the responsibility on her shoulders.]
I need you to relax, and try not to fight me.
[Because it is going to feel like an intrusion, probably, after everything that he's been through, no matter that Raine can bring her mana closer to truly neutral than anyone else in this room. She leans up to set her hand where Yuan's lately was, eyes half-closed and a faint glow about her as she reaches out.]
[She sees what they meant, and what she finds in his circulatory system is much as the mental impression led her to believe. It's somewhat of a mess; but the underlying system is still there, if she can only convince it to move again. It feels like an invasion on some levels: they have only just met, and while he is familiar in some ways, in Lloyd ways, this is beyond healer-impersonal into mage-personal with someone new.]
[Yuan lays his hand over hers and some things fall into sharper relief. Yuan is familiar; she's known him for years. It settles Raine to have his reach underlying hers, familiar in his prickly violet way. Where? he asks, and Raine shows him. She doesn't have the focus for words right now, really, but she can reach and touch those places where Kratos's mana is closest to moving, closest to doing what mana should and flowing with life.]
[It's halfway between a simple manifestation of mana and a more regimented arte, and it's so experimental Raine would want to write theses on it for ages if she thought she'd ever have cause to replicate this. Hopefully, she won't. She sends a soft pulse, the faintest warmth and easing, through her mana.]
[Yuan's static-threads mark her place. Here, he murmurs. Yes. I'll match you.]
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I need you to relax, and try not to fight me.
[Because it is going to feel like an intrusion, probably, after everything that he's been through, no matter that Raine can bring her mana closer to truly neutral than anyone else in this room. She leans up to set her hand where Yuan's lately was, eyes half-closed and a faint glow about her as she reaches out.]
[She sees what they meant, and what she finds in his circulatory system is much as the mental impression led her to believe. It's somewhat of a mess; but the underlying system is still there, if she can only convince it to move again. It feels like an invasion on some levels: they have only just met, and while he is familiar in some ways, in Lloyd ways, this is beyond healer-impersonal into mage-personal with someone new.]
[Yuan lays his hand over hers and some things fall into sharper relief. Yuan is familiar; she's known him for years. It settles Raine to have his reach underlying hers, familiar in his prickly violet way. Where? he asks, and Raine shows him. She doesn't have the focus for words right now, really, but she can reach and touch those places where Kratos's mana is closest to moving, closest to doing what mana should and flowing with life.]
[It's halfway between a simple manifestation of mana and a more regimented arte, and it's so experimental Raine would want to write theses on it for ages if she thought she'd ever have cause to replicate this. Hopefully, she won't. She sends a soft pulse, the faintest warmth and easing, through her mana.]
[Yuan's static-threads mark her place. Here, he murmurs. Yes. I'll match you.]
[Together, they shove life at Kratos.]