<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pressed her lips together in thought. The first thing that naturally came to mind, at least with her, was sparring. But she’d been up most of the night working out her own agressions and wasn’t feeling it. A faint giggle escaped her, shaking her head against him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Somehow I don’t think climbing onto the roof and shooting pigeons with lightning bolts would help you as much as it did me during finals week…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she murmured, still giggling as her mind continued to run through a list of potential options.</span>