[Dirk literally waves off the thanks without missing a beat at the stove. It's fairly clear these two are close, no matter how idiotic, and despite Yuan's rudeness Dirk can't find it in himself to hold it against him given the circumstances.
[Kratos leans back against the wall, trying to make himself comfortable; but his wound is troubling him again, and when he tries to channel the healing arte to his hand, his mana comes only fitfully. He grunts with discontent at that fact, and the fact that Yuan is hovering over him.]
You're looming. Sit down.
[A beat, and then more softly and grudgingly:]
I'm not sure I can keep up the healing arte without you nearby.
[His body cycling Yuan's mana into his own is going to take more time than he hoped, it seems.]
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[Dirk literally waves off the thanks without missing a beat at the stove. It's fairly clear these two are close, no matter how idiotic, and despite Yuan's rudeness Dirk can't find it in himself to hold it against him given the circumstances.
[Kratos leans back against the wall, trying to make himself comfortable; but his wound is troubling him again, and when he tries to channel the healing arte to his hand, his mana comes only fitfully. He grunts with discontent at that fact, and the fact that Yuan is hovering over him.]
You're looming. Sit down.
[A beat, and then more softly and grudgingly:]
I'm not sure I can keep up the healing arte without you nearby.
[His body cycling Yuan's mana into his own is going to take more time than he hoped, it seems.]