The Qunari healer was sent to tend to the wounds of human and elf alike, another relief, as some of the injuries looked far too severe to be tended with mere bandages and splints. As Falina was sent toward the dead body, however, a troubled look flickered across his face. It was a wise choice on Lalin's part to choose the company's only dwarf, and probably the only choice that could not be faulted. Still, the sight of Falina bent over the lifeless elf, hands shaking as they timidly rummaged through his belongings, tore at him. Despite his knowledge of her difficult background, it was so hard not to see her as a vulnerable young girl.
To Ordhan's pride, she didn't once protest, and was soon walking towards him with paper clutched in her hands. His brow furrowed even as he smiled at her. He had heard none of the muttered conversation earlier. Had she been told to read it? Ordhan knew that she had only just begun learning under Cormac's guidance. When Falina told him, it was a lighthearted discussion among new friends, wandering through the halls of Vigil's Keep with no more concern than how many paintings were of worthwhile subjects. Here it seemed anything but as she drew closer to him with plodding steps.
He would be willing to read it for her, if she asked, and pass it to Lalin if further trust was needed, but the need never came. Cormac strode behind her; the look on his face was not one to be challenged, if anyone even thought to dare it. Within moments the page was being offered to the Karashok. Ordhan watched in silence as he waited, eager for the knowledge of what the paper was, but understanding the care needed for it. Even their own company had not come to fully trust each other. In the pause, he glanced around again to make sure all was still quiet. It was, luckily. Ordhan lowered his eyes to smile at Falina, hoping it came across as encouraging rather than condescending. She had done well, literate or no.