As they walked Ellion had plenty of time to think. He stayed slightly behind and next to Lana, and more often than not caught himself looking her way. Her hair was nearly black when it was wet, but the dark brown was much richer than typical brown hair. He had loved that hair, once. The thought made him blink and he nearly stumbled as he walked. As a result he forced himself to stop looking directly at her, instead keeping his eyes trained on his soggy boots, squelching wetly with each step.<br/><br/>There was a past between them. That much was obvious, moreso with every moment longer he spent in her company. Ell was starting to wonder if his Knight-Commander had known more than he let on about everything. Had Korbin known the truth of things all along? Had he resented what the Order had done to Ellion? It made the most sense, considering his actions. Why else would he let Lana go? And why else would he let her take Ellion with? All at once he was desperate to talk to his commander again. If the man did know the truth, if he could tell Ellion anything about what had been so violently taken from him...<br/><br/>The thought consumed him all the way to the village. He barely heard the inkeeper asking her questions, but became quite aware of both her hand and her response. Luckily his gut reaction to her taking his hand was to smile, wide and a bit on the disarming side. He gave the suspicious woman a little wave as they disappeared upstairs, as if to somehow convey no, ma'am, I'm sorry but don't worry, nothing nefarious going on here. Just a wanted mage and a templar who should probably be escorting her to Divine Victoria or at the very least the Inquisition. Didn't they deal with rogue mages?<br/><br/>"It's fine. Brother wouldn't have made much sense. We don't look much alike, and at one point husband wouldn't have--" He stopped short and closed his mouth. He cleared his throat before the pause could get too awkward and unbuckled his sword. "I should go to the market, or whatever there is here. I need new clothes, new armor..." he trailed off and glanced at her sheepishly. He really hadn't meant to reinforce how strange things were between the two of them. "It's a good thing all those centuries-old darkspawn had inexplicably large amounts of copper and silver coins for us to make use of. I mean, at the time it struck me as uncanny and severely out of place, if not absolutely flying in the face of reality as we understand it, but now at least we benefit."