"..." Suddenly the 'dove' is all the more apt a descriptor- how he makes himself so much smaller. Like a child attempting to avoid notice from minders, endearing in it's familiarity.

"Not particularly. But...there are templars everywhere." And she has apprentices sleeping behind the door she guards that have not yet had their harrowing- or have only recently passed. Mages that saw more than thy ought of their cruelty. "They sleep easier knowing I'm here. Watching. I sleep easier, later, knowing they've been watched."