He was putting it off.
He took a breath and shut his eyes as he did so, focusing on his energy field. As he breathed in, he breathed in kias. As he breathed out, he released the kias he had gathered into his own system, imagining it as a rubber balloon with him at the centre, expanding as the kias filled it. It wasn’t hard. He’d done this before. Matty’s hand rested firmly, immutable, connecting them together.
When he opened his eyes, he could see Matty’s energy field as a faint, glowing cloud of kias around him. The silver thread that was leeching his kias led away from him, off to where Rob could faintly sense the shimmer without actually being able to see it and thence to who knew where. As the book instructed, Rob visualised an imaginary hand, reaching for it and pulling it toward him. He’d never really liked fishing and he certainly wasn’t going to take it up as a hobby after this, he thought, grimly.
It was surprisingly hard to do.