"You're probably all set, then!" Jamila said, gradually finishing the last leg of the lap in a walking pace. She started to concentrate on her breathing; that had been a good run. Her skin was shiny with sweat and she would have dabbed it dry with her non-existent towel if she didn't enjoy the wind doing the job for her. "You probably don't even need much help anymore but if you think you do, I should be okay." She smiled. "I'm not much in the power constructs thing but I throw a mean punch here and there. What convinced you, by the way?"