[Kratos turns toward Yuan, his hand still on Yuan's arm; for the first time in quite a while he's looking at him properly, listening, really accounting for this man, his friend, his brother. It seems like they've been dancing around each other for far too long. He smiles, a very nearly alien sensation, but less alien now than it had been a few months ago.]

I missed you too. I may even forgive you for calling me an idiot.

[He shifts just slightly so he's leaning against Yuan instead of the staircase railing. Yuan's shoulder is softer, for one thing; and Kratos feels a bit stronger leaning on Yuan like this, for another, as though the mana Yuan had given him is reacting to Yuan's presence still. It means that Kratos can edge a bit of a healing arte into the hand on his wound, to help himself along; and it means their clothes crackle lightly with harmless static where their shoulders touch.]

... Mnh. I hope that doesn't take too long to wear off.

[Hopefully cycling his mana through healing will help.]