"I'm alright, dear." Jane said with a little smile, hoping that it passed as convincing enough. She hated how her heart skipped a bit as he looked at her like that, her own eyes meeting his warmly. But now, knowing what she knew about Dirk, she wasn't sure she could say anything more on good conscience. She walked away a bit from the group, shooting a meaningful, understanding glance back towards Dirk before turning to face Jake head on, setting her stance. "It's been a while since I've sparred; ever since dad died I just haven't had it in me like I used to." she said, quickly changing the subject. "You'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit rusty."