From the journal of Isilyan: 4 - Of love, confusion and order

Since my dear friends were joined on that wonderful day in the garden of The Lady, my mind has sometimes turned to the songs of love, but I have never thought of love for myself. My heart has seemed so cold for so long. Not wanting or needing the warmth that love surely brings, but now I am unsure. I am unsure about a great many things… was this a dream? Have I invented this… this… feeling? How could a maiden that I thought only existed in my dreams come to be here, now? And what of Noruihel? What could she ever see in a mere soldier? I am sure that the only feeling that she has for me is one of respect as an officer… I will seek the counsel of Tinuvinil, I’m sure he will bring order to this confusion. I will seek him without delay.