He was walking so considerately, and she appreciated it more than he could ever realize. If Falina had a ounce less of pride, she would have been walking barefoot now, stretching out her toes, free of the familiar grip of her boots. They were riddled with blisters though, stretching over the tops on the small digits, cutting at the top of her calves.
Her thighs ached, even now, but she walked through it, feeling stronger and more athletic than she had ever felt.
"They may have had imported fruits in the Diamond District, but not since they cut off the trade routes, and they would have been nothing I've ever seen." She looked at his face, examining the way he seemed to light up, only to quickly dim after the briefest of flashes. "You can ask me stuff if you like. I'm not sure what I know, but I could maybe tell you, or get Rhocanth to tell you. He misses home, and... I think it helps him to talk about it."
"You like music?" He seemed a thoughtful, reserved man; it wasn't unthinkable, merely an interesting character quirk. "Have you heard much about Orzammar? Where are you from?"