"Let's start with simple walking." Dante said.
Standing on the treadmill was Bella, holding onto the bar on either side as her legs shook slightly. The belt began to move under her feet, and she took a step, then another. A couple of minutes passed before she became confident enough to move on her own.
"Better now?"
"Yes."
"Let's increase the speed a little, then…"
Dante gave the command to speed up the treadmill to a very light jog speed. Bella had to hold one of the rails at first, but it didn't take her long to adjust.
'What do you think?'
[Her soul has already adjusted. It is no longer strained.]
'And the connection?'
[It seems to have improved ever so slightly.]
