[Kratos, Yuan thinks, has forgotten how strong he is exactly, and his grip is going to leave a mark. This isn't worth saying anything about -- he'll talk to Raine later -- and in fact he is completely distracted from it a moment later when Kratos screams and Yuan flinches.]
[There is no sound to it: but pain jolts through Yuan's mind, resonating, and his breath hisses through his teeth as he fights both to keep Kratos still and from himself hurting Kratos in turn. For a moment he can barely think, can't hear himself, and is profoundly grateful for Raine's steady pale neutrality woven into the spaces between them.]
[She must know Kratos is in pain -- she can hardly not -- but she is calm enough.]
[What startles her isn't Kratos's rigid arch, but the wings. The blue is beautiful and sudden, even if the shape, Raine absently catalogues, is wrong, not as steady as Yuan's or Colette's. She wasn't expecting at all to jar wings out of him with that push, and she sits back with her mouth rounded in a silent 'oh,' her touch lingering only because she's still trying to sense how the flow evens out.]
[Yuan has exactly the opposite reaction, easing tangibly as he sees blue shards catching the early morning light, even if only for an instant. They are on the right path, and with any luck it will not be this bad for Kratos again. Easy, he is still murmuring in the back of his mind. I have you; it's all right. It will be all right.]
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[There is no sound to it: but pain jolts through Yuan's mind, resonating, and his breath hisses through his teeth as he fights both to keep Kratos still and from himself hurting Kratos in turn. For a moment he can barely think, can't hear himself, and is profoundly grateful for Raine's steady pale neutrality woven into the spaces between them.]
[She must know Kratos is in pain -- she can hardly not -- but she is calm enough.]
[What startles her isn't Kratos's rigid arch, but the wings. The blue is beautiful and sudden, even if the shape, Raine absently catalogues, is wrong, not as steady as Yuan's or Colette's. She wasn't expecting at all to jar wings out of him with that push, and she sits back with her mouth rounded in a silent 'oh,' her touch lingering only because she's still trying to sense how the flow evens out.]
[Yuan has exactly the opposite reaction, easing tangibly as he sees blue shards catching the early morning light, even if only for an instant. They are on the right path, and with any luck it will not be this bad for Kratos again. Easy, he is still murmuring in the back of his mind. I have you; it's all right. It will be all right.]