[On a private line, Alcuin opens up a sensory livestreaming channel, broadcasting his voice and, luckily, the magic it carries. Sweet and slow, quiet waves on the shore, the glow of a sunny day through calm waters where the light makes the sea warm and gentle. The feeling of being cradled, safe and secure in Her currents, protected from the harm of predators. There is nothing to fear. Nothing which needs to be done immediately. Breathe deeply of the Sea's salt waters and rest.]
[Another sense is added - touch. The feeling of slow, circular breaths filling his chest, a warm, gentle hand resting over the other, feet firmly on a stone floor. It's steady. Consistent. Even. Something Jean can try and match or imitate to help center himself.]
[Private]
[Another sense is added - touch. The feeling of slow, circular breaths filling his chest, a warm, gentle hand resting over the other, feet firmly on a stone floor. It's steady. Consistent. Even. Something Jean can try and match or imitate to help center himself.]