Inhale, exhale-- inhale, exhale-- Devero continues to imagine every cycle of his breath as carrying away distraction, a wind literally catching up creeping invasive thoughts and whisking them out of his mind and body. For several long moments he manages to maintain it-- but then the voidlight flickering through the window pulses with particularly strength and he glances over automatically to see what it could be--

Damn.

He closes his eyes and turns forward again with a sigh.