[Nearly the moment physical contact is made, Kratos's mana flows smoother and more quickly, reacting to the quick blend of Yuan's light-lightning, which it still recognises as its own. The static buzzes over sleeves and fabric, but lessened from before, as if it's becoming accustomed to being in two people instead of just one.

[Kratos has to wonder how their mana will feel to each other after this, or how it might react between them -- a mana transfusion the way Yuan did it is unprecedented.

[But for right now, he lets himself lean once again on Yuan's shoulder, his head resting there with his eyes closed. He says nothing aloud, but his mind is almost in the motion of relaxing, an uncoiling of tension accompanied with an unconscious reaching out for company. The healing arte in his hand runs smooth and stronger than before.]