[About par for the course, then. Yuan nods, even if he's still facing away.]

All right.

[He stands and listens, then, to the water and the sound of Kratos in it, and he tries not to ponder exactly how awkward this entire thing has gotten, nor the occasional pangs as the injustice of life and the world surmounts what even he is inured to by now.]

[It occurs to Yuan, however, that without looking he won't be able to tell if and when Kratos needs assistance; however, he's not about to turn and chance seeing something. That still feels wrong, some violation of privacy even when there is practically nothing left of it.]

[Yuan passes mana between his fingers, and sighs softly.]

Let me know when you're in need of my help.