This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"I'm not sure what you mean by 'how did it work' - uh, I can do lots of things, like disrupting feedback loops for anxiety attacks and desensitizing traumatic memories and also utility stuff like the equivalent of coffee and I have decent telekinesis on light objects that I have line of sight to and I have to concentrate really hard but otherwise it's difficult to communicate to non-artists."
"I can do action blocks. They're very complicated. I am professionally forbidden to discuss the details of specific patients - I'm professionally forbidden to do lots of things, actually - so I can't be very specific about her case."
"An action block makes it impossible to complete the formation of an intention to do a thing. I sort of - place obstacles in the way of mental connections that would need to be completed in order to form such an intention."
"It takes all day and it's really really hard and I don't like doing it and I require consent to do things like that anyway."
"........maybe? In principle? In practice probably not... I'm not a particularly strong telepath except defensively and even there there's stuff that'll steamroll over me..."
"Unknown remember this is an anti-science world we're talking about, and decades, sometimes centuries in the longer lived species."
"I was pretty baffled by a world that lets you actually pick it apart, when I first met one."
"I'm not even sure if I can still reasonably say they're better than the Materian gods. Hard to compare straight across when the Materian ones don't cooperate, I guess..."
"There are similar Materian gods that the less awful ones never bothered to try locking up to begin with."
"How's the planet still in one piece? Or do they contain themselves so the other ones won't be bothered?"