My compassion flows freely and effortlessly.

The thing that clogs compassion is usually a question: what did they do to end up like that. Once it's asked, help becomes conditional on an investigation nobody can complete.

Flowing freely mostly means dropping the investigation. Not because desert doesn't exist, but because you will never have the file, and waiting for it means stalling at the gate every single time.

The ease comes later, from repetition. The first few times, working out how to actually help costs real thought. After enough goes the sequence collapses into one motion, the way a driver stops thinking about the clutch.