She almost would have called that pulsing glow hypnotic, for all of the pure focus she held toward it. Awareness of anything other than her task before her, and the memories she needed to make them, were at a minimum. That being said, Kenna's touch was not unwelcome, and the fact that she felt so soothing made Konoka feel safe enough toward this focus.

She thought, during a small lull, to report to Kenna. "It's coming along, I think." Her voice was slightly low, a heavy whisper.