Pushing yourself against his hand, you do your best to all but burrow into his palm.

The yang energy you absorb is rich and soothing, beyond anything you're used to, thick with a warmth that seems to seep right into your core.

It's like drinking hot soup on a bitter winter's day, or sinking into a steaming spring, almost scalding in its warmth yet blissfully welcome against the cold. You can't help but sink deeper into it.

As you take, take and take, the young man takes a measured inhale.

??: Easy, now.

His steps have slowed, and although his smile remains gentle, there's a faint strain to it.

??: That's enough, don't you think? It's time to stop.

Stop absorbing
Keep going