Ordhan laughed quietly. Like Hilda, Falina seemed to bring her own particular brand of sunshine with her. "That is good to hear," he replied. The bed, to him, seemed finally something his size. Though his home in Denerim had one long enough for him, many of the inns he had stayed in had beds too short for his long frame. He had to lie on them diagonally to keep his feet from sticking off the edge. It had been the same when he was a guard at Fort Drakon.
"Yes, of course," he said to her question. The title was something he never insisted upon, especially here: there were Grey Wardens on every side, and the titles of Ferelden seemed nothing in comparison. "And I can still call you Falina, right?" he asked with a smile, half-joking. Her giggling reaction to him simply calling her "miss" the day before made the answer fairly obvious.
"There isn't much to see out here, unless you're interested in statues, or wells and buckets. What do you think you'd like to see most? There's the towers, the library, sparring grounds..."