Falina started, unaware that they had not been alone. It was foolish to get so lost in conversation, and she had revealed something private about herself and Cormac's nature, unwittingly betraying the man's trust to a stranger. Nervously, the girl tucked her hair behind her ear, looking quickly to Ordhan for guidance.
There was no real harm done, and the woman seemed at once both polite and embarassed. She seemed pleasant, with a measured (but by no means rude)voice, and a hopelessly pretty face. She was somehow both plain and extraordinary looking; her soft features were framed by a dark brow, full lips, and an angular jaw.
Falina knew that she was pretty for a dwarf, but this woman was refined, put together in a way that a scrapper such as herself would likely never be. The jealousy and insecurity passed quickly, as did most feminine notions, leading into a soft smile, trying to quickly find balance. "It's okay- we- erm- Ordhan was showing me around the Keep- I'm Falina." She didn't know if she should shake the woman's hand- she looked so well put together in her canary robes that she easily could be some kind of noble, and touching was both intimidating, and potentially overstepping. She nodded her head, and then shrugged her shoulders.