Sorry for the delay. School's been a bit hectic ;

Well thank you to everyone who added this story to alerts and things. I won't keep you waiting any longer.

((Warning: The characters are ranging from somewhat to very OOC after my stint away…please forgive me bows and I hope you enjoy it somewhat anyway))

Ingus sat cross legged in the middle of the camp. His eyes were loosely closed and his face was smooth and blank. This new form of relaxation was something he'd picked up in the last town and the ex-knight found the technique meditation very useful indeed. A quiet reflection of the day's activities (along with planning battle strategies) was so much easier in a detached dream-like state he could put himself in.

In the soothing, quiet 'buzz' of his mind Ingus could plan training regimes based on his own actions and those of the others in the skirmishes they had entered today. Luneth had been too rash as always, jumping into the fight and drawing two more monsters out un-necessarily. Refia had been clumsy with her recently acquired geomancer form but not anything had a bit more training couldn't fix. Arc…Arc would be a bit harder to deal with.

Ingus knew that to switch between solidly offensive to strictly defense was a very difficult thing to get used to and Ingus had more than once glimpsed Arc trying to murmur the names of black magic spells. The problem wasn't the instinctive habit of Arc to fall back on old tactics; even Ingus did it occasionally, forgetting about his magical abilities. No the problem was Arc's clumsiness when performing healing spells.

None of the spells had the same affect as when Refia had done them. The spells were always a bit on the weak side, as though they themselves weren't quite certain about what they were supposed to be doing.

A mental eyebrow in Ingus' mind furrowed though his real face stayed passive. What could be done to help Arc's problem? Ingus had never really worked in close proximity with a healer on a battle field. All the medics he had come in contact with had stayed in the medical ward and he didn't know what to do.

Ingus would have liked to have tried and convinced himself that more time to get used to his powers would help but a small part of Ingus nagged that 'leaving him be' would not be enough this time.

In fact Ingus was pretty certain that leaving Arc to muddle his way through on his own would make things worse. A flicker of frustration almost broke his hard-earned calm (he wasn't that adept at slipping into this state yet) and Ingus hurriedly evened out his breathing. His thoughts were silent until he was calm again.

Arc lacked self-confidence Ingus began again as though he had not left off, and magic requires a certain degree of confidence to work properly. Black magic had probably been something that the boy hadn't had too much problems casting because there had been two other fighters so if he messed up it could be covered…

But now he was all alone and if Arc messed up there would be no one to pick up the slack. The answer was surprisingly obvious now and Ingus had an urge to smack himself. To help Arc's abilities Arc needed to build his self-confidence.

Ingus slowly brought himself out of meditation, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Then the knight sighed and stood up. There was only one way he was certain he could help build Arc's confidence in his healing abilities. With that in mind Ingus fixed his red hat on tighter and grabbed his sword.

Then he went to go find Luneth.

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Like I said…Pretty OOC. I would like to hear from you though and this one was just more to get me back into the world. (Cut the last half and placed it in a different chapter…this isn't the largely OOC part…you may skip the next one if you don't enjoy watching fumbling Writers trying to get their bearings in a familiar but un-worked fandom)