The scowl on his face softened slightly as Falina and Shartan approached, her voice and pace hesitant. He was sure he painted an intimidating picture, sulking like a spoiled brat out here away from the rest of the group. But having people think he was pouting was preferable to losing his temper at a fellow member of their group, and so Cormac would suck up the bad impression. Falina, of course, had seen through his bristling and come to check on him, and he didn't have the heart to snarl at her for it.
"I'm fine, Squeak." His voice was quiet, the words curt and clipped but the tone mild enough. He was annoyed with himself for being undisciplined, and with Conlan as well, but she didn't deserve his anger. Heaving a deep sigh he wrenched his helm off, scrubbing one hand through his tousled hair as he clutched the helmet with the other. Pasting a wry smile on his face he didn't really feel, he held his arms away from his body, presenting his torso to view. "See? Not even scratched."
Dropping his arms back to his side, he tucked the helm in the crook of one elbow. Annoyance still simmered in the background, but mostly he felt sheepish now. All his grand promises to protect her, and he'd left her behind, trusting her to strangers. He knew better than that...and he would be damned if it happened again.
"Sorry..." he began lamely, not sure how to express what exactly he was sorry for. For running off? For leaving her alone? For telling her to stay, like some kind of errant puppy? She was a Grey Warden now, technically his superior. She deserved more respect than that.