Amryn sat at her desk, staring at a blank piece of parchment that lay on the hard ebony wood. Immense focus was strained on her face as she held a fancy writing quill, gripping it with her right hand. It had been a mere day since they arrived back at Circle and Amryn was bestowed the duty of writing an informative letter to her family of why they never made it. Not to mention she had to send back all of the coin, which the Knight Commander and First Enchanter were not happy about. At all.

Sighing, she ran her hand through her long, dark blonde hair and sat the quill down, momentarily giving up the attempt to produce accurate words.

"Having trouble?" An all too familiar voice stated from behind her, causing her to turn her head.

"Hey Sully." She greeted him, not moving from her current position. "Yeah, just a bit. I Don't see why the Knight Commander or the First Enchanter couldn't have done this."

"Well, to be technical, it /was/ your fault." Sully nudge her, a smirk playing at his lips.

Amryn smacked his arm playfully.

"Not true! Bandits ambushed us." Amryn turned her head back to the parchment on the desk and sighed, bringing her small hand up to her face where bandages rested around her left eye.

"So they didn't protect you from the bandits?" Sully questioned, his hands gripping the back of her solid wooden chair, knuckles turning white. Anger was evident in his low voice, though his face remained calm as to not arouse suspicion from those who watched.

Amryn shook her head. "No, It was Conrad that did this. The Knight Captain protected me."

Sully huffed at the mention of Conrad's name but nudged her when she brought up the fact that Ian had saved her from him.

"He uncuffed me so I could help them in their fight, which I did." She continued. "I think Groves and Clemont trust me now, even if it's a little. I know Ian does, he said it himself." She whispered to her friend quietly, hoping nobody would overhear the sound of joy that was present in her voice.

"You need to make a move, Trevelyan." Sully joked, looking her in the eyes, face full of mischief.

Amryn scoffed at his remark, pushing him aside as she got up from the chair. She leaned in close to her friend and whispered to him once more, quieter this time.

"You think something like that could actually happen? Someone would find out and end up reporting it."

Sully only winked at her after placing a friendly hand around her shoulders.

"Trust me, Amryn. If you two are careful enough, nobody will find out."

"But what if he doesn't even like me back?" She pouted at him, slumping her shoulders, purposefully acting like a child with a crush.

"Oh, I've seen the way that hunk of delicious man-meat looks at you. He wants you." Sully laughed, shaking her with his one arm around her. "Or maybe he's actually looking at me"

Amryn jabbed him in the side, moving away from him and laughed at him when he grunted and glared at her. "We'll see about that." She stuck her tongue out at him before turning to walk to the door.

"And where are you going?" Sully ran over to her, grabbing her by the waist and twirling her around. Amryn let out a laugh, trying to surpress it so it wouldn't draw too much attention. Unfortunately for the two, Sully had swung her right into a hard wall of shining, silver plated armor. The two of them paused, their muscles tensed as they prepared to be screamed at by the armored man they had run into, but heard not a single word.

Amryn's eyes slowly trailed up the body of armor that rested not even two inches away from her own body, confirming that it was a Templar. But who? She let her eyes continue to wonder up to figure out who this mysterious figure was. Eventually, her blue eyes locked onto the face, finding it to be well hidden under a large, silverite helmet with the same metal wings protruding from the sides. Their eyes met briefly before the man looked away, continuing around them on his way down the long, elegant, and well kept hallway. The duo remained where they stood.

"That was weird." Sully huffed, his eyebrows in an uneven position, causing him to look more wierded out than he possibly was.

"Yeah, no kidding." Amryn muttered, straightening her back and lightly placing one hand on her hip. She looked to Sully then back down the hallway at the retreating figure who grew further with every step. "I wonder who he was?"

Sully shrugged his shoulders at his friends question.

"Must be a new guy or something."

"Yeah, but something seemed off. Usually the new ones are so quick to anger and start yelling." Amryn contemplated for a few more brief moments but shrugged it off, deciding to treat herself to a visit at the library.

Maybe some reading will inspire her to write that letter to her family later tonight, she thought to herself.

Inviting Sully to come with her, he politely declined, reminding his best friend that libraries aren't his thing and decided to make his way to the food hall. Amryn said her goodbyes to him as she departed, making her way to the section of never ending reading materials.

When she arrived, she stared at the various shelving areas, hoping to figure out what to read. Finally making her decision, she made her way to the section which had all of the books about healing. Some were about magic and others about herbs and poultices, which she chose the latter

"I'll brush up on some healing magic later on." She spoke to herself, planting her butt into another firm, wooden chair by a sufficient light source. She smiled as she opened the book, obvious that it was well taken care of, though it was clearly read quite often. After all, it's not only just the Mages who visit the library, the Templars do as well. A good thing too, wouldn't want to be escorted by a company of Templars who know next to nothing about healing herbs or poultices.

Recalling the last fight she was in, she quietly thanked the Maker that Ian knew about that topic. Even though it was only a little, it was enough to keep her cut on her face from festering and infection spreading. Staring blankly at the open book before her, her mind began to wander back to the moment that her Knight Captain was patching her up. Gorgeous dark, emerald green eyes shone in the suns light as thy focus with intensity on her left cheek, dark auburn hair messy from the battle they had just fought.

Those thoughts eventually moved forward to his shirtless form from when she was patching up his side. Strong, very defined muscles rippled under her soft touch as she cleaned and bandaged the wound, careful not to cause him any further pain than he was already in.

Lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice the figure sitting down at the table in front of her.

"Good book?" The person asked curiously, snapping Amryn out of her risque thoughts about her Captain.

Electric blue eyes quickly looked up from staring into the depths of the book, which was opened to a random page about Arbor's Blessing, and found themselves meeting with the same emerald green that she had been previously thinking about.

"Knight Captain...!" Amryn was shocked to see the man sitting there in front of her. It was almost as if her thoughts had brought him there, placing him in front of her. Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, she tried not to think about the thoughts she just had, quickly looking back down to the book to hide the fact that she was flustered.

"Please, just Ian." He gave her a soft smile as he spoke to her in a gentle tone. He sat at the table with his back in perfect posture with his hands folded on the table in between the two of them.

Amryn quickly scrambled for something to say.

"Did you know Arbor's blessing can be used to season foods?"

"Strange you would find a cooking fact in a book about healing herbs." Ian cracked a grin at the woman in front of him, placing his hands into his lap, eyeing her.

"Oh...' She looked away from the man briefly before turning her gaze back towards him, her bright blue eyes connecting with his. "I already knew that before hand. I was just reading about the medicinal properties of Arbor's Blessing and it came to my mind."

A smile formed on the Knight Captain's lips as he looked at her, and she at him. Something looked off about him.

"You're not wearing your armor?"

"No." He shook his head, smile still plastered on his face. "Off duty hours don't require us to wear our armor. Although, most Templars do outside of their quarters in order to look intimidating."

"So you don't want to look intimidating?" Amryn questioned, raising her right brow at him, careful not to irritate the scab forming on her left one.

"I'm a Templar. Mages already fear me." The smile disappeared from his features.

"I don't." Amryn said quickly, yet quietly, keeping from anyone else hearing them. Her little statement caused the auburn haired man to look at her, slight bewilderment hinted in his expression.

"Sorry." She said hurriedly, hoping not to offend.

"No, no. It's quite alright." He chuckled, putting his hand in front of him to help reassure her. "Just took me by surprise is all. I think you are one of the only mages who don't fear Templars and respects them as well." He praised her, smiling once again.

"I understand why Mages have such a hard time... Their families and all, ut if they would just cooperate then the Templars wouldn't have to lock us up so tight." Amyn spoke softly, her gaze turning to the wooden table, looking just past the edge of the hefty book.

"Yeah, I know." The man sighed, hunching his shoulders just slightly, barely enough to be visible. "Then again, Mages wouldn't be so distrustful of Templars if most of us weren't complete assholes." He chuckled, attempting to make the lady feel better.

His attempt was successful to a degree as she looked back up to him, a faint smile shining in her eyes.

"If circumstances were different..." Amryn started but was interrupted suddenly by loud shouting and the clanking of armor as Templars rushed down the halls, heading towards the stairs leading down the tower.