*warningly* If you don't do as I say, I'll have to sedate you. I don't want to do that. You're making such good progress.
Can you do something for me? Can you focus on my thoughts? Not your own, not whatever is troubling you, but my thoughts. Use them as an anchor. Do you understand? My thoughts are Lórien; they're the air and the breeze and the leaves on the trees.