Loïc was silent as the boat made its way across the lake. It was difficult, at this point, to discern between thoughts and what was happening around him, and he found himself oddly okay with that. There was too much effort put into distinguishing one from another anyhow, when really, none of them mattered much. Of course, in the back of his mind he was categorising things systematically; this was just the rowing of the boat; that was the sound of people on the far shore; breathing, from his companion, just as silent and immersed within her own thoughts as he was with his own.. Granted, their thoughts were probably not precisely the same, he supposed that they were probably along similar lines. He glanced at her for a moment, disguising it as a generic passing of his gaze along the horizon to gauge how much further it was to row. She seemed.. Well, he wasn't entirely sure of the word for it, but the gravity of the situation was clearly apparent to her. Granted, if there was a mage to whom he would have chosen to be paired with, it would most likely have been her, but even so. The.. Irrevocability of it all was overwhelming, to say the least. Combine that with events that had yet to truly have been said to have transpired, and you have people who are effectively balancing on the head of a pin.
Granted, he was somewhat more precarious, he supposed. He had yet to divulge the entire sequence of events that had taken place, and he knew that neither the First Enchanter, nor the Knight-Commander would have told her or anyone else about it. They were far too.. displeased, with the matter. Hence, his being assigned to Lee, forever. He was still working out his own feelings about it all, and he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to tell her about exactly what had happened until he was settled on the whole thing himself. Would it make things better? Or would it just confuse them both more? He had no wish to ruin the relationship that they had - especially not in light of the assignment - but at the same time, he knew that keeping things from her for longer than was necessary would not be helpful in maintaining said relationship. As of yet, they hadn't had a moment to themselves to discuss anything, but he knew that now that they were away from the Tower, such a time would come, and probably faster than he would prefer.
As the boat pulled up to the dock, Loïc tried to disentangle himself from his thoughts. He picked up his satchel - hastily packed, and with very few provisions - and slung it over his shoulder after placing his helm inside, on top. It was uncomfortable, and he had had quite enough of feeling trapped recently. Putting it on was.. Well, he was getting used to it, but slowly. He stepped off the boat after Lee, nodding a greeting to the Templar on the docks and doing his best to otherwise forget the man was there. Leaving the Tower.. It was a momentous occasion at any point, for him, but this was.. He felt the muscles in his jaw tighten as he did his best to keep himself calm.
Ashya's voice breaking through the silence was surprising to say the least. Going further, he quickly located her, beaming at him from a crowd of otherwise unrecogniseable people, and he wasn't sure whether to be happy or even more conflicted with this change of events. He managed a bit of a grin in response, and somewhat awkwardly made to give her a wave. 'Ashya! I.. I didn't realise you would be here.' To be fair, though, he hadn't really remembered that they were even going to be meeting people on the docks at all..