Out of respect for privacy, Roran focused her eyes somewhere else other than on Elsa as she patted herself dry. Instead, she busied herself with hanging out Elsa's things to dry on the small clothing line hanging in the corner of the room. One might think it better to hang clothing outside to dry, but the Aghas family had never hung clothing outside in Redcliffe. The was next to no grass in the entire village and they were housed on the edge of Lake calenhad, which made for dusty, windy days. Clothes were better off hanging indoors.
At the sound of Elsa's request for a comb, Roran quickly finished hanging the garments and turned back to her, biting her lower lip slightly. After her mother's death, Roran had taken most of her things to the guard's quarters which included her comb, but perhaps Brynn had one? Or at least knew of where there might be one? "I might," she said lightly before crossing the room to the closed door. "Just a moment," she finished before disappearing into the other room.
Roran could tell just from listening that Brynn was no longer there and so she let herself into his room. She glanced around quickly but didn't see anything resembling a comb out in the open. Stepping up to his chest of drawers, however, she opened the top one and found it full of random things. There were a few pocket knives floating around as well as a variety of pieces of wood. Widdling, she guessed as she dug throug the different pieces. Soon she'd found the closest thing to a comb she could and, taking hold of it, turned to leave. Her attention was captured first by a half finished piece hidden in the back right corner.
The block of wood had been shaved town to resemble that of a large cat or dog, but the feet weren't paws. Instead they were claws. On the figures back, just at the shoulders, were two slits that looked as if something was to go in them. Furrowing her brow, Roran wondered upon what the figure could possibly be. She wasn't able to think on it long however. Hearing the front door creak open, she quickly replaced the figure and shut the drawer as quietly as possible. Slipping out from Brynn's room, Roran was surprised to find her step-father there instead.
Tristan Langley was Brynn's father and the reason Roran was in the guard at all. He was the first father figure she'd ever really known in her life aside from her grandfather. He was as much her father as he was Brynn's.
"Father. What're you doing here?" Roran asked, suddenly nervous that Elsa was in their home. She'd been confident about bringing her at first, but she hadn't expected Tristan to show up.
At the sound of his daughter's voice, Tristan turned his gaze to her and smiled, taking the few steps between them and drawing her close. "I just came by to get something," he answered, releasing her from his embrace before grabbing a scroll off the mantle. Placing a kiss on Roran's forehead, he ruffled her hair a bit before taking his leave.
When he exited the house, she breathed a light sigh of relief and turned to enter the washroom, smiling at her guest a bit apologetically. "That was my father," she explained, knowing Elsa had to have heard the second voice. "And this is the closest to a comb I can come. It's just Brynn and my father living here now, so I'm surprised anything can be found really," she joked, handing over the comb. She took a seat back on the chair in the room and looked up at Elsa, cocking her head to the side slightly as she thought of something else to talk about. She didn't really want the conversation to come to her family.
"I'm not familiar with the language you are speaking, but the accent is familiar. Savio, the Grey Warden from earlier, has the same dialect. I've been told he's from Antiva. Is that from where you hail?" she asked the woman, trying to keep the conversation light. Rora knew that she was always most comfortable talking about herself and figured the same might be true for her guest.