[He's noticed her absence. He notices her presence, too. Solona is a noticeable woman, and he doesn't know how to focus on something not her when she's around. He feels like a kid again.

It's a strangely comforting feeling.

He smiles back at her again, body somewhat relaxed. He has never realized how heavy his armor was before he took it off, in all sense of the word.]

I am trying to make sure that you don't pass out over Orsino's desk. And to stop the rumors over your disappearance into this place. Some of the younger templars believe you might be a demon. [There's a note of amusement in his voice.] You need more than tea and willpower, Solona.