Presto blew out a breath again and tried to do as she said, breathing in and out the way she told him. Closing his eyes and listening. Slowly, slowly, her words and her touch seemed to make everything settle, and he felt the magic fade back away, his head aching, but clear once more.
"Oh God..." He slumped a little down into the chair, breathing slow as he opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose it like that. Ever since the dreams started and the magic started coming in... it's been like nothing fits in my head."
Spells from the dream world were like math equations plus energy plus long lists of words, all at the same time, and all of it had to match up, but it all tried to go ka ka in his head, and made his brain hurt.
"Thank you, Ms Ives. I ... last time this happened, I blew out a window."