The dwarf stopped dead in her tracks, glancing at Conlan warily. Her head canted slightly to side, a cautious, instinctive motion. "He is a good man... obviously he didn't, but, why did he want to kill you?" Her first instinct was to cross her arms over her chest, but if Conlan was dangerous, or someone that Cormac had tried to kill, there must have been a reason.
Her hands rested on her hips, and she was hyper aware of the small sheathed dagger at her lower back. "I'm Falina-" She added belatedly, all the while wanting to defend Cormac, but he'd understand why she didn't want to provoke this stranger.