[Chills set in earnestly. It is good, Yuan thinks, they thought to have that heatpack for Kratos; otherwise he might have a harder time yet.]
[He has concerns about the mountains. These, too, are good ambush points. Tethe'allans will know the terrain, even if Sylvaranti know mountains. Well. Sylvaranti know their mountains. They know cliffs and uncompromising winds. These mountains are things of ice.]
[And Yuan worries, not least because if someone intends to push Kratos again, these may be more permanent places to do it; and oh, what a loss it would be.]
[So there is a time when he wakes in the night, and Kratos isn't there, and panic lights him up like a bolt hitting a tree. He is out of the tent in bare moments, and-- ah. Kratos. Kratos is there. Yuan is overreacting.]
[He breathes, and steadies himself, and watches Kratos's back. There is after a moment a brief lifting of his voice, only to say:]
Don't wander too far.
[Please is twined under it, but not voiced.]
[And then, reluctantly, Yuan retreats to sleep further, for he'll need it for the coming day; but it does not come easily, nor does it stay well, not with a fear that refuses to be laid to rest drumming insistently even into his dreams.]
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[He has concerns about the mountains. These, too, are good ambush points. Tethe'allans will know the terrain, even if Sylvaranti know mountains. Well. Sylvaranti know their mountains. They know cliffs and uncompromising winds. These mountains are things of ice.]
[And Yuan worries, not least because if someone intends to push Kratos again, these may be more permanent places to do it; and oh, what a loss it would be.]
[So there is a time when he wakes in the night, and Kratos isn't there, and panic lights him up like a bolt hitting a tree. He is out of the tent in bare moments, and-- ah. Kratos. Kratos is there. Yuan is overreacting.]
[He breathes, and steadies himself, and watches Kratos's back. There is after a moment a brief lifting of his voice, only to say:]
Don't wander too far.
[Please is twined under it, but not voiced.]
[And then, reluctantly, Yuan retreats to sleep further, for he'll need it for the coming day; but it does not come easily, nor does it stay well, not with a fear that refuses to be laid to rest drumming insistently even into his dreams.]