After donning his robe and dropping his belt to free up his hands, Jekin held out his hands and clasped hers.  It probably was not what was expected, but he craved for that small bit of intimacy and familiarity.  If his Master gave him her hand, he could clasp it tightly and feel comradery.  When Merryn did not immediately jump and pull away, he smiled and felt a sort of ease.  She was not Kelluka by a long shot (few could equal the Rodian's wisdom in both the Force and practical subjects (in his eyes)), but Merryn felt all the more familiar.<br/><br/>Anxiety gave way quickly to friendliness and ease.<br/><br/>He spoke in response to the thoughts, but his mind echoed his mouth perfectly as he uttered, "I want to be at ease with all of you, as well.  I would hate to be a burden."<br/><br/>From there, the lad listened to her and pulled his own blade from his weapon belt, before setting the leather belt and holsters aside again.  He did not ignite the normal length, silver hilt's blade, but Merryn could feel that undercurrent of excitement.  He wanted to beat her.  He wanted to lose against her.  He wanted to see how it turned out.  Even if he did not value a particular ending of this little 'session', he yearned for an ending and that eager part of himself peered into her.<br/><br/>Those blue eyes of his widened, and his smile shrank just a little.  He tried to focus on himself, Ataru drills, and Sokan Principles to center himself away from those foreign feelings that he reached out to so easily.  Uneasiness rippled through him as he realized that he was dealing with something entirely outside of his expertise.  The telepathic aspects of the Force were not his expertise by far, and contact made so easy was foreign to him.<br/><br/>He clutched his lightsaber in one hand and did his best to not ignite its crimson blade as he fell back on his training to avoid succumbing to the anxiety that was squeezing his rib cage right now.  He realized he was forgetting something, as he leaned over to grab his blaster pistol.  Carefully minding the barrel's direction, he hit the catch to drop the power pack from the weapon and also flicked the weapon's charge setting over to stun.<br/><br/>"There's no point in practicing in a way different than I shall fight," he says with a nervous laugh, before nodding. "I am ready."