"I wasn't going to get a scar on purpose." Lek said sulkily.

Shawn wished he could give Lek at least one of his scars.

"I don't even know how to punch." Lek said.

"You never helped your mother make bread?"

"I'm not very good at it, and bread can't hit back." Lek said.

Shawn frowned. "Without confidence and harboring fear of being hit back, I don't see how you're going to learn to fight."

"I Need to learn how to fight, not make bread." Lek said.

"Stop being afraid of being hit back."

"I'm not afraid of getting hit back, but bread doesn't hit back!" Lek said.

"I'll need to speak with your parents first."

Lek sighed. "They're in the other healing room."

"All right, thank you."

"Then go talk to them." Lek said impatiently.

Shawn sighed. "I will but right now, I want to check on Brie."

Lek gave his uncle an anxious look.

"Patience, lad. Being impatient means you won't be concentrating fully. You'll get injured. You need to calm down some."

"I should have learned how to fight before now." Lek said.

"Well it's something we can fix, but I need you to calm down before you begin training. Do we have a deal?"

Lek nodded impatiently but he stuck out his hand.

Shawn shook his hand. "After I spend some time with Brie, I'll talk with your parents. If they give the  all right and I can tell you're calmer, I'll speak with Wulfsen."

Nelek had a hard time pulling his eyes away from Aislyn. She looked so beautiful. He kept bumping into people which was getting really annoying for everyone else.

Shawn entered the keep, Brie on his arm. Construction on their house was going well and it was nearly time to go to Portside for furniture selection.

Nelek managed to look away from Aislyn long enough to noticed Shaw and Brighid. He waved.

Shawn returned the wave and headed over toward Nelek and Aislyn.

"Hi Shawn. Would you be able to watch Kady tonight?" Nelek was not wasting any time.