[Kratos huffs, vaguely amused by the thought of Yuan as a healer. Not that Raine particularly has a bedside manner, but there is some degree of understanding physiology involved. It says something that even Zelos is better at it than Yuan is.]

Don't strain yourself too hard.

[Yuan isn't quite as close as he had been before, but he's close enough that Kratos manages to bring the arte to life, soothingly cool against the wound. It feels different, though; more like dragging his mana through molasses, the way it had been earlier. Kratos rests his head back against the wall with a sigh.]

... This is going to take a while.

[They're hopeful, but still awkward. He isn't sure how to ask Yuan for anything more than the company he's already giving.]