John just lets him go, keeping an eye on Prompto, the rise and fall of his chest. The doctor matches it as best can, even when the other Guide is going too fast at the start. Prompto gets to set the pace. This is his meditation period. And really, he expects there's going to be a few hiccups at the beginning. He'd be more surprised if Prompto were able to do this straight out. And probably more intimidated by the lad, really. He has enough power without being a veritable brainwave leech for skills.

Ten minutes pass with just Prompto's tapping and the quiet shuffle of Ignis' papers. the bespectacled man looks up at the other pair now and again, mildly impressed with Prompto's efforts and the fact that John's actually getting him to do that in any sort of effective manner. Ignis is very aware that trying to teach the younger Guide is often an exercise in patience. However willing or well-meaning, Prompto can be a handful.

John glances down to check his watch and takes a deeper breath, reaching out to touch Prompto's shoulder lightly. "That's good, Prompto. That's really good. You feel relaxed, right? Hold onto that." And the doctor lets his hand drop away. "This is the place you'll want to go when you get ready to project your abilities. Clear mind. Focused."