Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
"So, one of the most common actual uses of our Gift that we will be called on to do with patients, is when they are troubled by an association - emotional or otherwise - with a particular situation, and - at least in the short run - would find it easier to go on with their lives if they did not have this. So I am going to give you a situation that I associate with strong emotions, and I want you to try to do a detour or fence around this. - I will of course put it back afterward. However, do you have any questions, first, about this practice in general?"
"I suppose if you did a fence thoroughly enough it would make it trickier, but I have quite a lot of practice with this, and it is almost impossible to make a fence thorough enough that no angles are approachable, especially if one has Mindhealing-Sight."
"It is an extension of what you did to move the memory-association, but in a more directed way - would you like me to demonstrate a simple one on myself?"
"Of course. You can watch now - tell me when you see it."
Lionwind takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and settles himself.
After about a minute, something several-layers-deep in a different corner of his mind moves - and then suddenly the movement is radiating outward, being conveyed in a sort of ripple or wave to other areas, including quite distant ones.
"I did not actually do anything with my Gift yet; that is just what it looks like when something has a strong emotional association. I can do the redirect now and then undo it, if you are ready to watch."
He closes his eyes again, takes a few moments to focus, and then - something shifts, in the layer of his mind where the reaction spread outward. He nudges a gear a little to the side, so that the drive-chain stringing it to another gear that conveys that initial spread slips off and hangs loosely, no longer able to transmit the movement of the first gear.
"Now watch." And he does the focusing-on-it motion again, whatever 'it' is in this case, and there's a little ripple but it almost instantly dies out rather than being echoed around.
She has to get at the unhooked chain from exactly the right 'angle', but when she does it pops very easily back onto the right gear, and Lionwind grins at her. "Perfect! You have such fine control already."
Azabel's next few weeks and months of lessons go well! Lionwind still has nothing but praise for her, though he says it'll be at least a year before she's ready to see patients partnered with him. He finds her some books of patient case studies (with names and other personal facts obfuscated), and gets permission from some of his own patients to share his notes with her. Mostly he has her practice refining and interpreting her Sight, knowing which questions to ask to clarify it when the Sight alone isn't enough information, and various basic Mindhealing techniques like the fences and detours.
Skan continues to be a willing and eager volunteer for having his mind looked at, though his attention-span difficulties with reading prove non-obvious to fix, at least at her current skill level.
...And nine months later, shortly after her eleventh birthday, she's sitting out in the garden with Skan, who's reading a book, murmuring the words out loud to himself under his breath, which he hasn't needed to do to manage reading in years -
- or, wait, maybe it's not quite reading out loud...
She centers and grounds. She is right here on the ground, new Gift, see, go away.
"I think my Thoughtsensing woke up," she says. "All I got was the words in your book though."
"It means I'll be able to shield, which makes me feel better, I don't like having to expect everybody to be polite. Sometimes people are not polite about everything else, so I bet sometimes they aren't polite about that. And it'll be convenient!"