Murphy gazed at the docile whirlwind in Eleanor's palm. A moment later, he slowly nodded.
"You can."
At his answer, Eleanor's dark eyes instantly lit up.
Murphy gestured for her to sit on the low stool opposite him, his gaze lingering for a moment on her young yet already focused face.
"However," he said, his voice calm and clear, "you must first learn Meditation."
Eleanor straightened her small back and looked at him earnestly. "Yes, Father. Meditation... How do I do it?"
Murphy began to guide her. "Close your eyes. Relax your body, but keep your mind awake."
"Imagine your breath is like a gentle breeze. When you inhale, feel the subtle energies in the air that ordinary people cannot perceive, and bring them into your body."
"When you exhale, release all impurities and stray thoughts. Don't try to achieve anything in particular. Just feel. Just breathe."
"Then..."
"..."
