Falina furrowed her brows over the unfamiliar words "fishing" meant little to her, but at least "rod" she recognized. She wasn't really sure what he was doing with it through. It looked like he was just standing there holding onto it. At the hint of annoyance in his voice, questions implying that she shouldn't be there with him but should instead be helping back at camp had her dropping her head, toeing at the dirt idly.
"Mostly... I guess. There wasn't anything for me to do," she muttered, staring at the ground. The thought I was in the way lingering in her body language even as she didn't speak it. "I didn't see you so... I was just wondering where you were. But if you're busy... I can go."
She didn't want him to send her away, but at the same time she didn't want to intrude upon his time. She already felt like she could sometimes be a burden to him, not knowing so much and him always having to watch out for her and keep her safe. She wanted to become strong enough so that he wouldn't have to worry so much, but at the same time she was afraid that if she became too strong he'd leave and a part of her rebelled at the idea of Cormac going away. The future didn't stretch out in front of Falina. Only the now was important, and at least focusing on the now meant she didn't have to think of the day when things would change.
Clearing her throat she dared a glance up at him, pushing a rope of dark hair away from her eyes. "What is fishing..?" Curiosity finally won out, even though she really would leave if he wanted her to, she leaned forward against Shartan, turning her head away from his sloppy licking and peered upwards at Cormac searching for signs of the irritation that had slipped into his tone. He could be unpredictable in his moods, calm one moment, irate the next. Even after getting away from the closed spaces and crowded Keep he seemed to be on edge sometimes.