It wasn't really anyone in specific that he was going to be saying goodbye to in as much as it was just a general sense of mild anxiety that he knew he would be picking up again as soon as they left. He didn't mind going out and helping people, and really it was what he had committed his life to doing even while very young, but for the majority of it, he'd wanted to do general policing and helping people with more normal, everyday things. Really, being a member of the Chantry itself may have been a better idea had he been able to remember everything they had to learn. So many words and passages - not that Templars didn't have very similar lessons, simply that it... seemed to be different.
At least Lee was still coming. He felt better knowing that, at least. He doubted if he would be able to remain so helpful at any given point, or really... contribute much else. Having a grounding presence was extraordinarily helpful at the best of times, and nearly a necessity at anything less.
But right now he was gathering all his equipment, as was everyone else. It felt like the entire city was packing up and going home, even though he realistically knew it was just all these tournament people. He ought to go and find Lee when he was finished anyway; see if she needed any help with... anything, or knew of someone who did before he went to go find out on his own. Staying busy helped with the nerves and such.