Finn nodded slowly as the pain finally subsided to a dull ache. He knew Osmund was right. The spell had saved him during the fight, but only because he'd subconsciously timed it perfectly. If his concentration had slipped even a fraction…
"But," Osmund continued, and there was approval in his voice now, "your combat sense is excellent. To instinctively time that spell to phase through my strike, in the middle of a fight, under pressure — that shows strong fundamental instincts."
"What you're lacking is focus."
Finn frowned. "Isn't that what the spell incantation is for? To help focus the effect?"
"There's that," Osmund agreed. "But there's also the fact that when you see a literal hand inside your body in any sane state, your mind wavers. Your focus breaks. It's instinctive."
He breathed out softly.
