Rowan has been training you in Wendlyn. He hated you, until he actually got to know you. You’d become sort of friends. He still tried to keep a cold, standoffish facade, but the other inhabitants were noticing his new hovering behavior toward you "You don’t have to work the kitchens anymore, Emrys and Luca can handle it." He muses in the large kitchen archway. When you don’t stop he strides forward, holding his hand out for the tray of potatoes you had. "Let me help at least."