Theophana seemed troubled, likely due to the thoughts of the previous days violence careening through her mind. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she cast her gaze downwards in contemplation. Torm could tell she was troubled, and he did the only thing he knew to do. He took her hand in his and squeezed it comfortingly, placing his other hand atop them. 

Theophana gasped gently, and turned to look at him. He knew this single act could be taken as an advance, as lust. However, to his surprise and delight, she didn't pull away. Their eyes rested upon one another, and for a long moment they stood there transfixed by one another, before they both blinked and pulled away. Torm's heart was hammering in his chest, but it felt nice. He silently chastized himself, but frozen when she opened her mouth to speak. 

The two were interrupted by the pavillion flap opening. A squire, albeit a lowlier one more used to clerical and mundane duties named Seville, appeared. He had poor eyesight, so one of the monks had fashioned a strange instrument for both of his eyes, something Torm had been informed was called spectacles. He gave a nod to Torm, and then inclined his head fully to Lady Theophana in a half bow. 

"My lady, your presence has been requested." He said breathlessly, clearly having been rushed until he made it to the pavillion's entrance. "Il has graced us this day, brother Albrecht your chaperone has been found alive!" 

"Has he spoken?" The lady asked, almost too eagerly. 

"I know not, my lady. I only know he lives, and that you must come swiftly." He remarked, only briefly looking her in the eye before casting his gaze downward again. Theophana froze, and glanced at Torm with a forlorn look.  Was it longing? He didn't know. 

"My lady, I'll accompany-" 

"No you will not," She said simply, but placed a warm smile on her face to show it was not due to any unpleasantness on his part, and without another word, she stepped out. Torm was left with complicated feelings, and a strange guilt he felt for a reason he could not fathom. He cleared his throat, and gave Seville a nod, but the other squire held a hand up. "Herr Draufkrieg, you have been summoned as well. Less urgently, but you are to await at the baron's call at the fore of his residence." 

Torm raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth, before closing it. He had wondered why, but a few moments of thought was all he needed. Other than Brother Albrecht and Theophana, he had been the only one to witness the events of the attack and subsequent rescue. However, then again, perhaps he was being paranoid. He had yet to be congratulated on his victory by the baron. Perhaps there was a reward in order from his lordship. He did not know, he just knew he wished he could accompany the lady, and that in and of itself, was troubling.