Finch could feel the palpable rage of the girl as she began to storm off. She needed to be alone. Mezolene had learned the hard way that when Jakka had her mind set on her alone time, there wasn't anything to be done. Still she gave chase, unwrapping her braid from her sweat slickened neck as she sprinted to catch up to the retreating form. Mezolene murmured gently as she caught up, "Jakka..." She gingerly rested a hand on her shoulder, hugging her warmly from behind.<br/><br/>Jakkalin wouldn't brook the embrace for long, she knew, so Finch removed a small bundle from her hip pack. She pressed the lunch into the crook of Jakka's arm, reasonably sure Jakka couldn't be bothered to turn around and accept it while she was in the middle of storming away, "You'll feel better, I hope. Eat this when you do." She nuzzled Jakka's cheek with an almost maternal smile, "I love you, Jakka."<br/><br/>Finch let her go at last, resting her fingertips against her own abdomen as Jakka retreated. It was still sore, despite Nikkolas' efforts, the wound having gone from an angry purple to the slight yellow of a bruise on the mend. She didn't want him to remove it though. A little pain was cathartic at this point, particularly since she had hurt Jakkalin.<br/><br/>Turning around, she tilted her head at the boy who was nursing his swollen jaw. She knelt by him, sweeping the hair from his eyes, "Talin... are you okay?" She hadn't heard what he'd said, but Finch could guess. She knew him. She knew all of the students after all.<br/><br/>Talin hadn't been the same since his mother had passed on. It had made him so sad. But unlike Jakka, the fire didn't burn within him. He just wanted to fit in. Maybe if he pointed out the strange girl, no one would notice how he cried himself to sleep. Mezolene helped him to his feet, hauling his heavier form up with some effort. She looked to Nikkolas for a moment, before nodding to Talin, "I'll help you to the infirmary after lunch."<br/><br/>Nikkolas could heal him. Probably he WOULD heal the boy if she asked, but... she certainly wasn't going to. Jakkalin was as much his friend as hers, and Talin had hurt her. The hardest lesson Finch had learned was not to dictate morality to others. Everyone had their own idea of what was right and what was just. What was right, wasn't always fair...<br/><br/>It was Nikkolas' choice to be noble or to be just. Either way, she was thirsty, and said as much, "I'm parched to the bone. I've got a lunch for you too, if you're interested, Nik." She wanted something cool to drink more than anything, her richly tanned flesh shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. She offered Talin a sheepish shrug, fanning herself to cool down, "I only have the two... But I can share mine with you if you're hungry." She offered, bending down to retrieving her singing staff from the ground. Knocking the dirt loose from it, she peered over her shoulder at Jakka, who was a small speck in the distant courtyard, "... you can help yourself. I'm not very hungry today."