Every instinct I had said push back.

I held still.

The pressure increased, slow and methodical, and I felt my power wanting to respond, wanting to rise and extend and meet it, and I held that down with everything I had and stayed contracted, dense and quiet at my own center.

Lyanna increased the pressure again.

My hands wanted to shake. I kept them loose at my sides.

"Good," she said, and the pressure dropped completely. She came around to face me. Something in her expression was different ...