"You can't use other effects just by thinking about them."

"Using the Force is an action, not very different from moving limbs to press a button - they're exactly the same to me, nowadays."

"Still no external apparatus."

"It's part of the universe we exist in. That means things within the universe influence it - including living beings, directly and intentionally so if their biology supports it."

"Okay? That doesn't really change my point. You could scan a system with a hyperwave pulse or whatever, but you'd have to have a broadcaster and a receiver and a computer to analyze the signal. That's not just built into the way people are."

Nod. "We don't know yet what part of biology actually allows us to interface with the Force - or why I can exist and have internal experiences despite being probably only composed of whatever makes up the Force. Lily has some conjectures, but - they're directions to research in. Nothing conclusive."

Shrug.

Then a wince for her injured shoulder.

She gives Ellaita a moderately concerned look. "Is it alright if I heal your shoulder with the Force?"

"Go for it."

She steps closer, hand drifting to hover over Ellaita's hurt shoulder. "This might feel a bit strange," she says, and -

Closes her eyes, focusing. Breathing deeply, though it's extremely unlikely she actually needs oxygen.

Ellaita feels -

Warm. Seen. Appreciated. (There's something reserved, tightly leashed behind that - )

It's a really nice, cozy feeling, and her shoulder doesn't hurt at all, even though it's clearly still injured. Then -

It's not. The wound knits together and smooths over. Ellaita feels excellent, all her exhaustion gone, all her lingering physical discomfort lifted - sores, bruises, scraps that hadn't really kept her from functioning but sure had been unpleasant. The persistent headache that's been threatening since Inkil invaded her mind is removed with barely a whisper - the assorted mental side effects, too, though her memories are entirely untouched. Just... No echoes of what happened. She isn't thirsty anymore, or suffering from lingering heat exhaustion, or even hungry.

It's better than having just woken up after a good night's sleep and a lovely vacation. It's like the best energetic high she's ever gotten from a dogfight, minus the weird things adrenaline can do to her body.

And then Anakin withdraws from her. Some of the warmth dissipates. The emotional bits, at least. Ellaita still feels better than she ever has.

"Shit, if you could bottle that, you'd make millions."

"Maybe make that a stretch goal," she says with a broad smile. 

She peels off the bandage to take a look.

"That feels... really good, wow."

There's still some crusted gunk and dried blood, which itches a little when she moves and which mostly peels away with the bandage. The skin under is whole - not even shiny and new. Just healthy. 

"I'm glad."

She prods at the skin.

"Very slick."

Skin feels normal and has normal sensation. 

"It's possible to do that for yourself, too."

"If one is Force sensitive."

"Some of the basics should be learnable at least."

"I guess we're waiting for nightfall anyway."

She nods. "There's not even opportunity costs."

Sigh. "Fine."

"Do you know how to meditate?"

She shakes her head.

"That's the first step then."

She sets Lily to working on her centering exercises again, then walks Ellaita through instructions on how to meditate. The basics at first, of course. Correct posture. Leveled breathing. Awareness and then relaxation of your muscles. Quieting the jumbled noise in your mind. Existing as yourself, right now, firmly in your body. 

(She explains the angles for approaching it she knows Elesse favored, even though that hurts.)

Ellaita seems to be having trouble with the quieting her mind part. Elesse's approaches aren't helping.