Poppy's aura waxes blue with uncertainty and wavers with confusion. Yoi prepares his most invasive tool, a spell he must wield like a scalpel, his probe into the inner convolutions of mind. He extends his hand over Poppy's head. The mana coils around his fingers and descends from the tip of his index finger like the focused beam of a laser. The power of the spell is sufficiently great that Yoi feels the strain of keeping it focused. Yet, the woman's surface thoughts come to him clearly, a voice echoing across the etheric.