Lalin's approach shook Conlan out of his thoughts. He was still weary from the mission to Norloth. In fact if pressed he doubted he could even recount the events that had occurred after they'd escaped the burning barn. He looked over to her, and hesitantly extended his hand.
"That's okay, I was taught but I don't remember most of it." He actually did remember all he was taught, but he hadn't been taught much. He was in fact, unsure of whether or not he could make out the contents of the letter as he opened it.
It turned out he could read it, but immediately wished he hadn't. His mouth opened and then quickly closed, and he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He didn't look at Lalin for a moment, wondering if the inability to read would cover his hesitation. He never once thought of lying about it to her but he really didn't want to give her the news on the paper.
"It's- it's about Faer." He looked away from the page, folding the letter. "It says he died, to save the Wardens he was with. I'm sorry Lil Sis."
Conlan hadn't spoken to Faer often, and of those, a number of them had been disagreements, particularly in how battles should be fought. Con had often worried ever since the Dalish warden had been sent away that he would get himself killed, and seeing as that was Conlan's job, he had to suppress the urge to blame himself. It was another name to add to his shield, but that would wait. Instead he waited there fully ready to extend his arms the second Lalin clearly needed a hug and a literal shoulder to cry on.