[It's tempting, in some peculiar way, to reach up and pat Kratos' hair. Knowing he'd never hear the end of it, Yuan resists the impulse.]

[But Kratos' warmth is reassuring and familiar, and with his mana so strongly flavored of Yuan's it feels only natural for them to be resting against each other like this, and though he doesn't need to sleep there's a quiet urge to close his eyes.]

[The mental brush seems only like the natural followup, really. Yuan doesn't quite respond in explicit words, but he reaches back almost automatically, the rough mental equivalent of the gesture he so neatly resisted earlier. Reassurance, with a bare ghost of his customary irritation.]

[After some time:]

I can't predict how long it'll take for you to feel like yourself again. Is the healing arte helping with that as well?