Mezolene eyed the vial suspiciously, before grasping the neck of Talin's shirt. Tugging on it, she deposited her second bundled lunch down his shirt with a laugh, "And you stop being a goon. You're better than that, Talin. Eat and feel better, okay?" She left him speechlessly clutching at the bulge in his shirt, wrapping her arm around Nikkolas'. Linked at the elbows, Finch nudged him in the ribs playfully before dragging him away from the sparring area, "So what's in this formula of yours?"<br/><br/>She lifted the vial up to the sun, peering at the contents curiously. Mezolene had tried his concoctions before. Healing was his speciality, but then taste was her family business. She never had the heart to tell him when it was too salty or had the plastic hint of artifice upon the fruit. Finch's family were makers of the sacramental wine, and she had been blessed with their sense of taste and smell. Some days it was more of a curse, she had to admit. But still... she upended the bottle, drinking down a tiny portion of the liquid.<br/><br/>Finch squinted at the flavor, divining the mechanism of how it worked. It was so tart, her mouth began to water profusely. She nudged Nikkolas again, giggling as she caught sight of herself in the reflection of the meditation pond. She looked like Jakka with her lips pursed at the sour flavor. Taking a seat at the edge of the pool, she let go of her chaperone before flopping onto her butt. Mezolene fished around, drawing out the last bundle. Peeling open the package, she took a hefty bite from one of the cakes inside, taking note of Nikkolas' face as she ate his lunch.<br/><br/>With a playful smile, she grasped his robe, trying to pull him down to her level, "I just wanted a bite. Here." Finch slid the rest across to him. She drummed her fingertips against her staff, as she always did when she was thinking deeply about something. Her lavender eyes worked back and forth as if they were following the train of thought across the ground. At last she breathed a sigh, resting a hand on Nikkolas' thigh, "Thank you for healing Talin." She wouldn't have held it against him if he'd turned his back on the boy. She wasn't sure whether helping him was the right thing to do, but it was what SHE would have done. If Nik had left Talin to ache, she would have understood. But then she'd forgive Nik and Jakka for anything she could think of.<br/><br/>The three were inseperable it seemed. Finch was clever enough to see the dilemma, but not so clever she could find a solution. She was only alone with Jakka when she was comforting the girl, and only alone with Nik when Jakkalin had stormed off to brood. She had no hesitancy or fear as her fingers tickled across Nikkolas' thigh reassuringly. There was just something... wrong about her being happy while Jakka was so miserable. She removed her hand, poking a finger against the tip of his nose, changing the subject "You eat up. We have to beg the headmaster not to write up Jakka for demerit hours. I don't want her to be punished."