Lazy eye roll pop open the button exhale against the slight bit of steam, drinking in the smell deeply. 

"I assume answers like 'just look it up in the technique impressions lol', 'when the tiredness and strain is less', and 'when you get more agitated and voluminous mental energy' aren't what you are looking for?" 

Slurp...

"Somewhat?"

Glance between her eyes.

"It's just that well. That's the endpoint, and following just... whatever can work, I know. So..."

"Yeah - though you have to watch out for foundation quality and well..." 

Shrugs hard. 

"That's a bit harder, without knowing your technique too specifically." 

"I'm sure you have some ideas." 

Gently knaw against the plastic head, still not quite awake as her mental energy slowly rose to a more reasonable level. 

"There'll be a bit of instinct to it all, 'course, but like..." 

Hum rest back. 

"You should mostly actually trust your techniques, at least if they're basically good. I bet you want to get to add whatever instinctive changes you got from the combat form to the training one, yeah?" 

Nod. 

"Had best success well... Talking to teachers 'bout it and doing what I can, but otherwise just diverging from the training form, rand trying to get a grasp on the energy levels and differences in comprehension, or just let yourself 'correct' your form in whatever way makes the most sense. Cultivation, even as much as it's a rigorous thing with a lot of technical bits to get through, is really about comprehension so..." 

"So yeah. Drink up, eat, then to work." 

Snap snap. 

"Yeah yeah..." 

Perking up, pulling off the covers, and go and put on the kettle for some porridge. 

"Hm." 

Open fridge, palm apple, crunch. 

"Eating mortal food is weird." 

"...Really?" 

"Yeah - diet pills are easy, and they can toggle off hunger well enough, even if you don't get nice meals that are just satiating 'n a way you wouldn't believe. You're basically intentionally burning through the tea's effects, but 'm sure you can tell that, already." 

Wistful hum crunch crunch.

"Gosh 'm too young to do the whole 'return to innocence' realm shit." 

Dry chuckle.

She let the words wash over her as she watched the kettle. 

She paused. 

"...How do you do this?"

"Mm?"

"You talk... really a lot, and I just have no idea how you do it. There's always something that you want to say, in the present, or you're calm but purposeful, working towards something behind whatever technique you use for qi stealth. You can relax, but it's not stopping, or just watching, it seems, and..." 

Hum walk over to the drawer of cutlery, blades sliding across her finger slowly as she played with them, each one coming away with a slight brighter sheen and sharp shine. 

"It's not just some benefit of cultivating higher, or a technique, persay. 's perfectly possible to make stuff to help that but..." 

Soft sigh, turn to look back at her. 

"You totally read as the sort of person who just hasn't had the chance to see people who can actually talk with people. When things work out, there's interests, ideas, things flowing and ideas that you can share, just 'cause or 'cause it establishes that things are workin' and you aren't scared." 

Toss the apple up in the air, flick out the knife, catch the segments, lap her tongue around the juices welling up. 

"I talk 'cause you're cool, 'cause there's no   reason not to, 'cause 'm always doing something important at every moment, in my mind, 'cause 'm happy with the way that my life is goin' and  iwant to share it, 'nd c'cause you like having an excuse to listen to my voice and pay attention to something more then just whatever sedate thoughts you have runnin' amok in that brain of yours, 'nd..." 

Stuff some in, chow down, vaguely pleased sigh mm.

"'cause it's a chance, for you." 

Small exhausted sigh. 

"A chance for what?"

"For you to decide. Heh." 

Plucking out the seeds with a little flash of blade work was easy enough, and the gentle burn of them against her nose loosed a faint puff of smoke and steam and elicited a bit more of a smile. 

"I don't really know what to do with... it all. It's easy enough to say that I should try to be happy, puruse my own goals because tose were what actually mattered all along. I know how to get you running, more or less, and keeping on churning through the system is a bit of fundamentals long since put in I just..." 

Gently tips the tea back, feeling out the thinning mass of it, the little way that it rested just a touch higher on the skin of her hand, the extra bounce to the way it moved. 

"Don't even know why I can talk about this with you, or even have a great idea what it is." 

"'n opportunity, or some such?" 

Grinding up the stem between her fingers was a bit awkward, but she managed - tiny dancing motes of fist qi helping to make sure it crushed evenly into her hands, which collected it for her to inquisitively lap. 

"You're growing out of it on your own, Moonsliv. It's natural for growth to end up w/ awkward transitional states, and there's any number of reasons to latch onto things. Probably a decent chunk of it is just because you feel you need to focus in on me for what you're already doing but well..." 

Quirk into wry smile after a quick contemplative pause as the stem powder was rubbed between her fingers. 

"There's more to it then just that." 

"Of course." 

Stroke her cheek, chin, curled up hand pressing lightly against her throat. 

"Reminds me of the conception of a Dao, really, an expression of..." 

She waved her free hand vaguely. 

"You'd know better then I would." 

Her hand glows a soft yellow-red as it wipes along the core, and goes to chew through more. 

"No, go on. 'ts yours."