[Not really unpleasant, no. But it's somewhat distracting and noticeable, and leaves Kratos feeling vaguely as if he's been left aside from his body. ... Of course, that could also be the blood-loss, or the now-alien sense of Yuan in the back of his head. He really isn't sure. It's kind of nice not to have to think about it, though.]

I suppose I've no call to be complaining, even if it does.

[He isn't really sure when his eyes closed, either, or when Yuan's arm came across his back; but that's soothing in its own way, too, and makes the arte in his hand a bit stronger. The static eases off, but doesn't reduce past a tingle. Kratos has to wonder what would happen if anyone else tried to touch one of them right now.

[Down below, Dirk clears his throat.]

There's more comfortable places to sit than the stairs, yeh know. If you don't want to use the bed, I've got some cushions down here for the table, and a couple of good sturdy walls.

[He turns away then, and mutters nowhere near beyond an angel's hearing:]

Maybe I'll even manage to get some food into yah, at this rate.