Cure my mind.

Pythia listens and understands her sister's frustration. For most, meditation was difficult. Being able to quiet one's mind was a task most could not complete. But for Pythia? It was a necessity. For her to survive in this world, her mind was required to be quiet quite often. Since she could not see, she had to register the world around her with the rest of her senses and then process it within her mind. If thoughts like doubt and fear were clogging up her thoughts, she would be lost far more often.

"The thing about meditation is that your mind does not always need to be silent," she says gently to Sagittarius. Pythia knows her sister will listen. They have a connection. They are close, closer than she is to others. Though Pythia is wise beyond her years, she is gentle with her brash and worrisome sister. There is a lot that Sagittarius could accomplish if only she put the work in, Pythia was sure of it. "If it helps to hum, hum away, but do not fight the thoughts." Her blind eyes close as well even though it's not necessary. Inhaling a deep breath herself, Pythia times the inhale and exhale with Sagittarius. It will help her sister if they go at the same pace.

"When a thought pops up, allow it to come and then tell it to go. Do not let it linger or fester, that is the issue," Pythia's tone is still gentle, but stern. She wants her sister to take her seriously. "Inhale deep, let your mind quiet, and then exhale slow." She repeats a few of the rounds with Sagittarius, allowing the noises of the ravine to surround them. "When your mind begins to quiet, we can rest and then talk," Pythia offers her sister, patient as a saint and calm as the sea that washes upon the nearby shore. Inwardly, Pythia worried for all of her siblings, but perhaps Sagittarius the most.

"speech"