At Elsa's vocal appreciation, Roran waved a hand a bit dismissively and shrugged. "It's the least I can do. Without your help I'm not..." she paused for a moment, truly thinking about how the fight would have gone without Elsa for the first time. "Not sure things would have ended so successfully," she finished in complete honesty. Truth be told, Roran might have been overrun by darkspawn. If she got down to the nitty gritty of it all, she probably owed Elsa her life.
After a moment of silence, Brynn came back with a bucket of water. Lugging it to the fireplace adjacent to the table, he poured it into large cooking pot. Stoking the fire a bit more, he lifted the pot onto a steel arm that he swung into the fire so that the pot was hanging above the flames. "It'll take a few minutes for this to heat up," Brynn explained, pushing his dark hair from his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at his sister and their guest. "I'm going to get some more water to heat after that," he said with a soft smile, nodding at the two women before turning to fetch more water.
When Brynn left again, Roran shrugged lightly and began playing absentmindedly with a cloth on the table. "Brynn's a good kid. He's only my half-brother, but that doesn't change how much I care for him," she said with a smile as she brought her eyes back up to her guest's. "I really think I owe you more than a warm bath," she said with a light laugh, finding it rather peculiar that she was feeling debt towards a mage. Of all people, a mage. Her world was being flipped upside down around her, but depite all that she was feeling rather good about it.