She paused on seeing that Coan had already settled himself down, planning to write judging by the things in his lap. Ashya moved closer to the warrior, curious as to what his dog seemed to be excited about, and looked down at the dock. The boat that ferried people across the lake had just arrived, and a woman stood up, stepping out from the boat gracefully with a templar’s help.
Ashya paused, recognizing the woman, a woman who had taught her most of what she knew about the art of herbalism, a woman who had mentored her often, a woman she both liked and admired. A smile curved her lips and the girl found herself moving forwards to meet her. Was Lee leaving the tower again? She couldn’t have been there for long – Ashya remembered that the enchanter had left the tower before she had even been called for her Harrowing.
A templar stood up behind her on the boat and Ashya made to glance briefly at him, but instead she found herself stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized him. “Loic!” If she had smiled on recognizing Lee, it was nothing to the grin that lit her face now, her weariness seemingly melting away, pleasure at seeing her friend overcoming everything else, all other worries and thoughts pushed aside for the moment.