"Thank you," says Yvette, patting the card. Was that condescending? She hopes not.

She goes to sit, Libra back on the ground on the other side of her from Windy, staff on her lap, and - trying to not think about anything except her magic and her breathing.

It's hard.

Cerberus himself closes his eyes, crosses his legs, and starts floating and glowing.

"Do you have tips for this?" wonders Yvette. "I think I'm terrible at it."

He opens his eyes and stops glowing, then shakes his head. "Practice and patience."

Sigh.

"Okay."

"Does she have to completely clear her mind?" wonders Blair, looking up from his phone. "Would listening to, say, music help?"

"Completely. Music would not help."

"Even the meditative ocean soundtrack things?"

"...ocean soundtrack things?"

"There are soundtracks with sounds of the ocean or something, meant for helping to create an atmosphere to clear your mind."

"That might help."

"Right, okay. Yvette, it kind of looks like you don't need me right now, I can go buy things you need? Soothing soundtrack things, a book or two on meditation," medical supplies for when the dangerous card things hurt her, "maybe other things if you want anything?"

... Yvette recalls the moment when she very dearly wanted something sharp, earlier.

"Can you find me a - swiss army knife of some kind? Or something?"

"Sure. Priority to the knife bit or the multi-tool bit?"

"... Got it."

That is Yvette for 'knife please.'

He leans down to hug his sister, and then heads out to retrieve his keys.

Cerberus watches this exchange with bemusement.

Yvette smiles a little.

And then she goes back to failing at meditating.

"You're sure you don't have any tips?" she mutters, frustrated.

"Sorry. I'm not human. It's easy for me."

Sigh.

"It's really hard to focus on breathing and my magic when it's not doing anything, doesn't require any input from me."

"Maybe try counting your breaths? Making sure they're evenly spaced?"

"I can try?" she says, a little dubiously.

"Sorry."

"... It's not your fault meditation's hard," she attempts, because she can't bring herself to say 'it's okay' when it's so obviously not, and when she's still withholding burning boiling rage and can't really give him any sincere praise. And she suspects lying in front of Libra would go over badly.

She takes a deep breath, and focuses on evening out her breath, recalling the feeling of magic, and just experience what she's feeling right now. It's hard to do, but if nothing distracts her, maybe it'll work this time. Maybe.

It does! It does work this time! She's seeing things with her eyes closed!