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Affliction was too complicated a word for Njal's lexicon. He quirked his head sideways at the sound of it, cupped it with his gold-licked ears, and let it settle. The man could understand sickness and hurt, he could understand compulsions (although perhaps not by that word), but the term that fell from Fox's mouth made little sense at all. He shrugged softly, feeling the weight of his ignorance very briefly, before rephrasing.

"You should be able to fight without scars." Did that make more sense? Maybe not. "Be quicker, be stronger, than who you are fighting." His accent was strong now, crackling around his words as he pondered. A lightness came to his tone; something akin to contentment or joy. Njal liked to teach and to talk about things that he was good at - and fighting was one of those things. "I could show you." The wolf gave a toss of his tail, one sweep across the snow behind him, which showed his pleasure at the thought.