"You're an impressive man, Rowan," Syryn said as soon as they were out of earshot of the group they'd left behind.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew just how impressive you actually are, Ryn."
The blond held Syryn's hand in a firm grasp. Their fingers were interlaced.
Syryn marvelled at how quickly the blond had gained his trust. It wasn't just physical attraction anymore though it had started out that way for him. During their journey to Coop, Syryn had found himself falling hard for Rowan's charming personality, his wit, intelligence, and the several other qualities which Syryn couldn't list because if he did that, he would be wasting the time that could be spent savouring the tingly feelings he got from holding hands with the anti mage. Another month with Rowan and he was going to fall in love, Syryn thought to himself.
"You look happy," Rowan remarked.
