Edward sat cross legged on the bed, his back straight, his breathing slow and controlled. The earlier tension in the room had settled into something quieter and more focused. His essence was already flowing, moving in a steady current from his core into Thaleia's through the bridge they had formed. It was not chaotic. It was not wild. It was guided, deliberate, and precise.
Thaleia sat cross legged in front of him, her posture mirroring his. Her eyes were closed, and her hands rested gently on her knees. She followed every instruction he had given her. She did not allow her thoughts to wander. She did not question the sensations rising within her. Instead, she directed her awareness inward, toward the center of her being.
