Being taller than most, Ordhan was accustomed to measuring his pace to another's speed. Even when accompanying humans his long legs could easily take him far ahead if he didn't pay attention. Still mindful of the walking Falina must have done over the past weeks, he was sure to not press beyond how quickly she went on her own.
"That's a very good point," said Ordhan. There was something in her comment that nagged at his mind as strange, and it took a moment to place. "Do you mean that you hadn't seen an apple before coming to the surface?" Unveiled curiosity filled his voice. He knew the dwarves were a people very different from those of Ferelden, but did not fathom how much. They lived underground; did they have plants of any sort? The thought of a life lived without hearing the wind in the trees or seeing the sun in the sky was jarring. Still, these things could not be missed if they were never known; in the same way, perhaps she missed something that he did not know of. "It would be nice if there were more pictures of other places," he mused. "Though songs of them are more interesting."
Just as there was no shame in her admittance to not knowing how to read, Ordhan's reaction was completely without pity or disdain. He simply nodded and said, "The library would be a good place for that. It is very quiet; not many go there, and those who do aren't the noisy sort."
The thought of the mercenary teaching Falina the alphabet was a strange thought, but not a shocking one; with as much respect as he held for Cormac, Ordhan still knew very little of him. His insatiably curious nature, held in check with codes of propriety and hesitant caution, rose up, but was once again he denied it. The news was squirreled away to rest with the incomplete puzzles of so many he had met. Though Ordhan didn't allow himself to ask many of the questions that came to mind, he kept careful track of what he was able to learn.