Valerion chuckled. "Right. Anyway, don't worry. Take your time finding another thought".

"Right", Adrien said. He lowered his head, and tried to think of something else. Something not just pleasant, but unassailable - a place of safety... Now a new image was starting to take form in his mind - his old room, his small private retreat. The corners of his mouth curled in a smile as his mind immediately went to one particularly pleasant thing he liked to do while holed up in his room - he breathed in sharply, stifling a chuckle; obviously, that couldn't be his thought of choice - if nothing else, because he couldn't tell Valerion about that. He closed his eyes, tried to get that thought out of his mind, and focused on the image of his room again. A smile appeared on his face: there was another thing he loved to do during summer nights, and it was reading.