Lolo looked down at his palms. "Er...well, you're enervated now--tapped...er...tired and dry, in a way. As your aether supply refills it might feel like inflating, like waking up, perhaps." He furrowed his brow and thought hard. His own aetherflow was as familiar to him as the palm of his hand, as natural as the pumping of blood in his veins or air in his lungs. "As you begin to feel less like you do now, and more like you did before, the details, the background of that shift in the way you feel is what you'll be looking for." He paused before proceeding, "You know how, when you're very tired and very quiet you sometimes here your own breath or heartbeat in your head? It's not dissimilar to that...er...sort of."
