[Iris' own cup was left beside the table, still steaming, as she too closed her eyes.]

[Her voice normally carried a sweet, soothing tone to it, but now...it somehow softened even more, to the point where it came out just barely above a whisper. Even and calm. Almost hypnotizing, as she continued offering her verbal instructions.]

You don't need to worry about talking. It's not about whether you're doing it right by anyone else's standards but your own. If it feels calming to you, then you are doing it right. And you can take comfort in that feeling.