Andie paced back and forth anxiously. Sometimes you just needed to sit back and let people fight their own battles. Sometimes a symbolic gesture was the only kind of aid you could lend. Sometimes, helping wasn’t helpful. She knew that, she understood that… but putting a problem in front of Andie and asking her not to solve it was like putting a steak in front of a dog and telling them not to eat it. Not an unreasonable or insurmountable task, but one that required overcoming a powerful impulse - and by god you would hear them complain about it.

Fortunately, Andie didn’t have to stew in her own pressure-cooked restlessness for much longer, as she soon found the ground she had been pacing on was gone - having flown off somewhere to abandon her. Or perhaps she had been the one to leave the ground behind. Either way her train of thought had been blown off the rails, snapping her back to reality with a single, simple observation:

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

The wind was picking up, huh? Like, really picking up.

She’d have been more worried about this, but something felt… familiar. The wind wasn’t blowing the air around, instead the mindscape itself seemed to be swirling around at a rapidly increasing speed - each piece moving with broad, sweeping strokes towards a predestined destination.

Everything just felt… right. Andie soon found herself closing her eyes, breathing in the quiet resonance of the mindscape - and then being hurled into a library. Still, even this went more smoothly than one might expect. The doors had been opened, and she hit the floor before she hit furniture - leading her into a controlled roll that ended when she collided with a beanbag chair in a cozy reading corner. For a moment, Andie couldn’t help but just lay there, soaking in her surroundings as a smile grew on her face. Cedric had finished his awakening successfully, she just knew it.