Devika smiled faintly, wondering about Nicholas. There was a calmness about him. Maybe he had a power that needed daily meditation as well. He asked her about herself, and she shrugged mildly. "Ah... About me?" She fiddled with her headband. "I'm twenty two, I want to write books, and... I'm failing my fighting class." She shook her head. "Doing fine with everything else, but I still can't do a side kick without falling and busting my backside."