[The familiar dry bickering is easy to slip into, when he's just been fighting Kratos, before he entirely has the attitude of the much less arrogant archivist over his shoulders again.]
[And then Yuan's conscious of the eyes on him again. There are two options: to keep his bearing or let it slip away from him, and either one is going to be obvious in its own way. This may have been a horrible idea. And yet he can't bring himself to regret having the time for sparring with Kratos.]
[He weighs the Swallow in his hand, presses it back into the wing-pack. There's the familiar feeling of missing weight, like a half-missed step on the stairs. Yuan compensates, and inclines his head to Nethan. Polite. Slowly, the military solidity seeps out of his bearing.]
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[The familiar dry bickering is easy to slip into, when he's just been fighting Kratos, before he entirely has the attitude of the much less arrogant archivist over his shoulders again.]
[And then Yuan's conscious of the eyes on him again. There are two options: to keep his bearing or let it slip away from him, and either one is going to be obvious in its own way. This may have been a horrible idea. And yet he can't bring himself to regret having the time for sparring with Kratos.]
[He weighs the Swallow in his hand, presses it back into the wing-pack. There's the familiar feeling of missing weight, like a half-missed step on the stairs. Yuan compensates, and inclines his head to Nethan. Polite. Slowly, the military solidity seeps out of his bearing.]
Thank you for the use of your training-ground.