[h3]Freagon, Yanin, Jaelnec and Jordan – Outside the Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
Jaelnec's eyes widened somewhat in surprise when Jordan addressed and congratulated him, but only for a second before he broke into a wide grin. Somehow during the short time that had passed since Freagon had named him his squire, the excited, nervous energy that had filled him had already mostly dissipated and his new title almost slipped his mind entirely.
Part of it had obviously been the fact that his meeting with Irah had occurred between then and now, which had apparently been distracting enough to chase it from his mind. The entire conversation with the female deigan had taken quite the toll on him, truth be told; not only had he had to memorize – or try to, at least – the instructions on how to best apply the potion that now rested securely in a pouch on his belt, but Irah herself just seemed to be unerringly distracting to him... and that was [I]without[/I] her so overtly looking him in the eye and smiling at him, driving his mind wild with fantastical speculations as to what exactly she was trying to convey.

“Thank you!” he told his fellow squire, eagerly grasping the offered hand firmly. “I guess it hasn't really sunk in yet that I'm actually a squire now... finally, after all these years!” He laughed, the elation that had left him when he spoke with Irah returning. He was also secretly grateful that his eyes made it hard for people to see where he was looking, because he could not stop himself from scanning over Jordan's armor and feel a twinge of jealousy and shame at how shoddy his own was by comparison.
Freagon had his usual air of indifference with a hint of impatience, but did turn to look at Yanin when he spoke up. “He does,” he confirmed grimly. “It is time. He has someone to protect now, and someone to protect him. It isn't just the two of us anymore.”