She was grateful Ordhan was exactly where he said he'd be.
The knight was at first a small line on the horizon, but he became more Ordhan like as she jogged forward, and less like a fabric wearing blob. She was hopelessly late, and Falina skidded to a stop in front of him, her apology rehearsed and ready on her lips.
"I'm so, so, sorry. The corridors are just... huge and too-" Falina grunted breathlessly as her well rehearsed apology fell apart. Her chest was nearly heaving with the all the running and jogging she'd done, and she drew in a deep, steadying breath. She pointed a small finger upward in a gesture that begged for a moment to compose herself.
"Sorry... I guess I needed the tour more than I thought. I hope I didn't waste too much of your time." She tried smiling, her chest still rolling with each breath.
She took in his appearance, hoping he was at least bemused. Falina furrowed her brow quickly when she realized he wasn't wearing his armor. Without it, he looked like an entirely different person. "How are you?"