Nikkolas watched as Mezoline stopped the fight, knowing that she had safely brought Jakalin to the end of her strength... he hurried towards them, his robes flapping around his ankles as he adjusted the blade belt he wore with his knives.<br/><br/>He walked over and saw the welts on Mezoline's arms and slowly ran his hand down her arms. He didn't even ask anymore, he knew they both trusted him, opening the gateways to the healing strength in him he slowly let the power radiate from his hands, the welts dissapearing instantly, they were easy. Resting a hand on both their shoulders he let a little more flow into them, reviving them after their fight, re-energising, soothing the tired muscles just enough that they felt refreshed.<br/><br/>"Did I hear you mention you had been cooking again Mezoline?" He smiled for the first time that day... the thought of her delicious food always brightened his day.