"It'll get easier," Nell assures her, "You'll be surprised how quickly. It's a muscle like any other in some ways."

She takes a step back, giving Fern a moment to catch her breath as she turns to regard the targets down the other end of the space. "Fireballs next," she decides, "Smaller than that one, no need to hold them, just aim. Hit the bullseye five times and then we can work on a lightning spell. Alright?" The targets are arranged in lanes and she steps into one, a hand raised palm up, a small fireball shaped above her palm.

"How are things going otherwise?" she asks, "What do you make of the Inquisition and Kirkwall?"