[When he's not doing a breathing meditation, he tends to focus on nature, on his feelings of gratitude towards it, of the sun on his face, of the sound of distant birdsong or, as with some mornings, the sound of rainfall outside. With his attention elsewhere entirely, on the scant resources of Springstar that keep the island alive, the muffled voice almost sounds faraway.
He has to tug his attention back to the room, and his eyes open slowly, like he's emerging from some great depth. It's worth being distracted, though, just to see Hayame peeking over the pillow.]
Meditating... I do it every morning. Ever tried it?
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He has to tug his attention back to the room, and his eyes open slowly, like he's emerging from some great depth. It's worth being distracted, though, just to see Hayame peeking over the pillow.]
Meditating... I do it every morning. Ever tried it?