Luna’s glowing eyes blink a couple times, but she starts counting up slowly. You focus on the numbers and try to still your breathing. It’s difficult when you can’t feel your chest, when you lack that feedback, but you try to wrap your whole mind around those numbers. Luna, still only visible by her eyeshine, looks over you and moves side to side in a motion you can’t resolve. The motion – both visually and with shifts in sound direction – seem to help a little more.