Nikkolas felt her miss the point and brief spike of pain went through him, not quite the reaction he had hoped for but understood that Mez was as torn by feelings for Jak as he was, confused by what was right and why it would seem to cost them the friendship of one of the three...<br/><br/>With a bright voice he shifted to the changed subject.<br/><br/>"Yep, I think I am going to be fine with my potions and magic, I can access my speed quicker and easier now though I am still not as skilled as you or Jak with my weapons. The masters say that I am improving and they can see my coordination. I don't know if they are just being kind but the other day Master Tyrin said he thought I was close to reaching the level of mastery where I react without having to think everything through, to instinctively know where to block and strike... Maybe one day I will get there but I still prefer healing people after fights than giving them the injuries in the first place..."<br/><br/>He lay looking up at her and the sky slightly lost in thoughts again now.