He held the image in mind for one lingering moment before Eleven opened his eyes and let it go. Yggdrasil didn't exist in that state anymore, no matter how his heart wished for it.

He lowered their hands and offered a gentle, reassuring squeeze as hers seemed to tense.

"Hm.. I guess it's hard to describe something if you've never seen it, but that's what I think of when I pray. Yggdrasil is Light and Life, so when I feel lost or weak, I'll ask Her to guide or strengthen me with either of those things. ...Does that make sense? Or if it doesn't, what part are you having trouble with?"