Ordhan laid his calloused hand on her shoulder, and while Falina didn't particularly know what to do with the affection, she enjoyed it, smiling up at him gratefully for offering it. Imenry had done something similar in Redcliffe, her grip tinged with motherly affection, and Cormac ruffled her hair, but still the gesture of geniune affection from such a kind man was not something she was used to. It soothed her, and was warm; friendly without need for reciprocation. "They may have been hungry, humans tend to be odd."
He didn't say much about Noble Hunting, nor about the fact that it was expected of her. Perhaps it was common where he was from, Denever, or he had no opinion on it. Whatever his reasons for silence or discretion, they were his own, and she let him have them.
His face didn't look offended, nothing in his gait suggested that he was truly upset, merely thinking, and Falina was glad for the company, even if they walked for a few moments in silence.
Cormac had a good friend in Ordhan. Respectful, thoughtful, and considerate, both the perfect match and counterpoint to each other. She once again remarked that she was happy they had met. "Can I ask you how you know Cormac? If it's not, I understand. I could ask him, but I imagine that you'd be more talkative. And, if you want, I can tell you how I met him."
The library doors were large and ornate, and when Ordhan ducked, Falina wondered if she should too. "That's not old."