Odhrán had withdrawn his mind, but obviously was still watching Pyxis as best he could without being a part of the legillimency. It seemed that his friend had come across some images that were hard to digest. He could see how Pyxis' pose altered from relatively comfortable to stiff and awkward as he was tying to process what his friend William was letting him see. Odhrán could tell that the connection was about to snap. Pyxis' breathing had started to become affected, and he was starting to blink overly much. These were the usual signs that a connection was about to snap. Ah, and there if was. Pop.
The young man allowed himself a moment to gather his bearings and then made another attempt. Something seemed wrong with it right off the bat. Odhrán thought that perhaps Pyxis hadn't given himself enough time to recover. It was an easy mistake to make. He'd certainly been at the point himself where his own inner turmoil had grown out of control and sabotaged his every effort to be effective as a healer. It also had to be acknowledged that what they were trying to do was quite hard. There was a reason why many healers enjoyed no success with breaking obliviation.
The connection was broken again, and Pyxis looked up at him. "Yes, you can. You'll surprise yourself finding out what you can bear," Odhrán told him in a way that seemed somewhat merciless and allowed for no contradiction. "I know it's painful, but how you feel doesn't matter right now. Don't let it get in your way." His mind flashed back to being told these same words many years ago by his own mentor, Helene von Wittgenstein. He had been so angry with her at the time for being so hard on him. He wondered if Pyxis would similarly resent him now, but he needed to hear it. If he wanted to learn and truly understand how to do this, he would have to overcome his emotions.
Being somewhat more kind than Helene bad been with him many years ago, Odhrán put a hand on Pyxis shoulder. "I do agree though that you need a break. You're too worked up to be able to hold a connection. Don't worry, I won't let you do any harm or make this worse. I will stop you before you lose control." He thought these were the things he would have wanted to hear from his mentor those many years ago. Something kind and reassuring to soften the blunt truth of the fact that using these kinds of techniques was painful, invasive and as taxing on the healer as it was on the patient.
"Come with," he commanded Pyxis and ushered him into the little kitchenette behind the reception desk. He filled a kettle with water and cast a quick charm over it to heat it up to a suitable temperature. "Do you want anchan flowers or valerian?" He was pretty sure that Pyxis hadn't been asking for herbal tea but combining legillimency with alcohol was a terrible idea and he would not have it. Not on his watch. Retrieving some teacups and jars of tea leaves, he put some anchan flowers into a cup for himself and waited for Pyxis to give his verdict on the tea.
"You're probably better at concealing than at reading, aren't you?" It wasn't really a question so much as a way of opening a conversation. "And I'd imagine given who you work for everything you do is about subtlety and being undetected. When you are healing, there are no barriers and boundaries. You also need to do a lot of things that are quite unnatural, holding connections for a long time, applying a lot of brute strength to it. If you're unused to that it can be quite overwhelming. Most of the time, you can't talk about what you see, and that can be distressing too. I find committing memories to a pensieve after a session can help, but I do fray as well. Don't feel like you're doing poorly. That was a pretty impressive first outing."
"Now, lemme try to help you with technique so that when you try this again, - which you will -, it'll become a little bit easier. I think you've figured out the basic idea now of creating a chain of events. You pulled different memories as fast as they came up, trying to keep a hold. It's pretty wild as a process; you try to reach, but things come that you didn't necessarily want to see and that don't bring you closer to where you are going. Now, controlling this is hard, but there are a few things you can do."
Odhrán added some more hot water to his tea and stirred it in carefully. "If you draw a very emotional moment, usually those moments trigger others that are similar. So, when I showed you I pulled a moment with one lady, which gave us another moment with another lady and then gave us a connection to family. Now, I pulled there to show you because I thought it was the least likely to lead me to anything I shouldn't be seeing. If you remember any emotional moments from working together or something more closely related to what we're trying to get to, well, that should help."
"You can try to split focus while reaching for the next memory. Now, this is hard to learn to hold two things in your mind at once, but it can be done. Viewing one memory closely while skimming over a few others to decide which one to pull at next. I did when I showed you and just pulled the one that seemed the most emotional each time, but of course you can try to sort this by subject matter. It's possible though to run into dead ends if you do that, where you reach a memory that sparks nothing else. Am I making sense?"
It was strange trying to put how legillimency worked into words. Not something he normally had to do, and he wasn't entirely sure the attempt was successful. He'd never fancied taking an apprentice of his own, even if Helene had suggested it to him before.
Odhrán opened one of the kitchen cabinets and retrieved a block of Swiss chocolate. "Take a piece, helps with more than dementors."