[ Rohan makes no move to reach out or touch the naga. He flicks his hand to signal something. Then he shuts his eyes. It's a signal to follow along. ]

Close your eyes. None of that crazy stuff right now.

[ He opens them after a moment to check if Fiddleford has followed along. If he has, he will rise to his feet and let his hooves click deftly on the carpet beneath them as he rounds the desk. ]

Imagine a hallway. A long hallway... [ He coos in his buttery purr. ] Walk with me down it. At the end, there is a dip in the ground... A flight of stairs.

Do you see it?

Go down them... There is a light down there. Tell me when you see it. Breathe. Meditate. Focus...