[ The hand on Daithi's abdomen lifts instead to his jaw, fingertips a featherlight touch to ensure the other keeps his head aligned. A pause, and then something resembling a start, as though realizing his touch, and his hand slips away. ]

A few moments more.

[ A pause, as though counting. ] Bring yourself down, slowly, arms relaxed by your side again, and rest. We'll do it twice more. It doesn't hurt, does it?