[ He will ignore it, settling back on his own heels, hands in his lap, and closing his eyes. It's easy, in theory. Would be easier if any time he did this he wasn't painfully reminded of the absence of the Force. But it still works the same.

Feel that anxiousness, feel that fear, allow those flashes of memory of being Force choked-- Then let it go. He's fine. He's safe at this moment. He's not going to die.

It's closer to two minutes, but not longer than that before he opens his eyes, and takes another breath.

He can still breathe. It's all fine. ]

Okay. We can ... go? Just start how you usually start. I mean, I assume you've done this a few times now, so ... I trust you.

[ And she might not know how big that is, but he's surprised at how much he means that, with how little hesitation he says it. ]