Patience was a virtue he had in plenty. His hands were warm, partly due to just having good circulation, also because he had a very undisturbed energy pattern. He had not always been so. He remembered when he was the unruly, headstrong kid when he first arrived at the monastery. His master at the time had sat with him similarly, the receiving palm up above his knee with hers atop, and the other at heart height.
Then he breathed.
The energy he radiated was soothing and smooth in nature, unobtrusive and guiding. He was able to stop all thought, his mind settling comfortably in the void, letting the energy between them flow smoothly, his chakras open to give and receive without judgement, slowly steadying her tangled aura. He didn't need to give instruction. She knew the basics already, after all. It was just to help guide her own centering and grounding.