Loïc was already exhausted. Having been one of the people left behind in the town when a small part of their group left for the Orchard – not that he was complaining. He didn't really want to go trek to some orchard and not even get any apples out of it – he had quickly been put to use aiding in fortifications, and then assigned to one of the watches. Just within the last hour or so, he'd been told to go eat and rest. So far, he'd managed to get some food, and he was still finishing the last half of a small loaf of bread right now, slowly making his way back to his room at the inn where everyone else was staying. There were plenty of people on watch, and Lee had been left with other healers and mages for most of the day, turning plants into things that were actually usable. (It wasn't really magic, but it might as well have been in the eyes of some people.) If the night passed quietly enough, there was a decent chance that he would be doing the same thing the next day.
He was carrying part of his armor, carefully fastened together by rope over one shoulder. It was somewhat warm outside, and he had been helping to build things for most of the morning. One hand held the rope, the other the bread. Most of the lower part of the armor was still being worn – he'd left it on after his shift at watch just because it was easier than trying to carry all of it at once, and it was cooler with the breastplate and sleeves off – and he was getting to the point where the clunk-ing he made as he walked was both comforting and annoying. It would be quite nice to be able to take the rest of it off and collapse into bed for a few hours.
The bells startled him more than he really would have liked to admit. Almost immediately, he dropped the rest of his bread, as well as the armor-on-a-rope; one fell with a clatter, and the other just sort of plopped into the mud. He was honestly more saddened by the latter. People were already rushing around, and he quickly snatched up his things and moved off to the side so as not to be in the way. Luckily, he was still mostly suited, and it wasn't that difficult to catch someone's attention to help him get the back situated properly. Even more luckily, none of the older men in armor running around seemed to notice; at least, none of them told him off for it.
Now fully dressed, Loïc made his way towards the same general direction as everyone else, cutting between slower-moving people and sort of drifting right back to where he'd been standing watch less than an hour ago. He wasn't quite sure where he should be going though, and this was apparently clear to the man who told him to go back the other way and look for a name he didn't quite catch. Nonetheless, he turned on his heel and went back, hoping that when he got there, someone at that location would have more orders. He should have been trying to locate Lee, but at this point auto-pilot had taken over a few hours before – he was as yet unused enough to being her 'guardian' that the thought wouldn't occur to him for a while.
Auto-pilot wasn't quite securely engaged enough though, for him to not notice Ashya and Ser Talfryn talking in the middle of the town square as he made his way past. 'Ashya?' he said, holding up the visor on his helmet. 'What are you doing here?' He had thought she was back at the inn. Apparently she had run out here as well. 'Which way are you headed?' They'd already had their discussion about which one would be protecting whom if and when they were both actually in a battle with darkspawn – regardless of whichever way it had gone, he was almost positive she would be more useful. Hopefully Ser Talfryn would tell them to go somewhere together.