No blocked memories came rushing forth at his benevolent intrusion. Not even when she felt the familiar tugging at her mind. Much softer than previously when he was working to remove a specific block, she could feel a trickling in her mind, like a babbling brook tripping over stones. It was almost peaceful. The thoughts and memories in her mind were moving around as they were intended without the interference of the damned spells. Though the difference was subtle, she could tell it existed. When she felt Mr. Akingbade's gentle presence slip from her head, she almost lamented the loss.