"Um, okay." Daniel's no stranger to pulling mental cartwheels and harnessing - how is it said? the full potential of his mind? something along those lines. The fact that it's all evidently taking place in a dream should make it easier, right?

This dream hasn't proved to be the most agreeable. Could that make any difference? If dreams could have mood settings Daniel would class this one as fickle, most assuredly. It gives them a friendly underwater shop but they have to slog through a long winding tunnel to get at it. They get a lovely view of the construct they've been dropped in but it specifically builds the observatory out of glass, probably with the full knowledge of how much Daniel hates it.

Daniel frowns sharply and concentrates on the release of pain, momentarily unsure if he should be focusing on Andrew's feet or his own and then projecting that sensation toward Andrew. Does it really matter? Andrew's feet can be the test run to see if mental power has any effect at all. Surely a year or two of practicing regular meditation should make him a little more proficient at this? Whatever...'this' is, really?

He employs the same sort of deep breathing he'd use to practice a Kelno'reem meditative state, patiently narrowing his focus down to Andrew's feet, ridiculous as it feels.

"Is it helping?" he asks, cracking one eye open to look at the other man dubiously.