There was still the ebbing heat, but it had lessened once all of the imagined eyes of her companions were focused instead on the Karashok, rather than fixing on her flushed face. Cormac's action had surprised her, his wild plucking of the letter (as well as it's accompanying rustle) just as loud as the blood rushing between her ears. There was a tense moment when Cormac offered the letter to the Qunari, his stance as defensive as she'd ever seen it.
She couldn't hear the exchange, but knowing Cormac his tone was likely clipped, and she hoped that the edge in his graveled tone wouldn't insult the behemoth he was speaking to. There was one thing that she couldn't do without, and that was the gruff mercenary. If Shok were to crush him she'd certainly be lost.
That's not to say she wasn't annoyed with him; she'd been prepared to take the embarrassment- not looking forward to it, but prepared. Cormac could have been more delicate in taking the letter from her, but as always (or at least as far as she had seen) his intentions were noble, and to spare her a greater exposure to humiliation. It was hard to be truly mad at him, though it was obvious that they'd have many disagreements in the coming weeks. Holding a grudge over so small, and so well intentioned a thing was petty, so Falina focused only on the gratitude. He was thoughtful, and cleverly found an alternative solution.
She smiled at Ordhan, appreciative of his silent encouragement, and then stepped closer to Karashok, primarily to listen, but more importantly to draw near Cormac. The Qunari voice was rumbling when she gripped Cormac's armored forearm, standing on her tiptoes so he could better see her quickly mouthed 'thank you'.
The letter... it sounded vague enough to her, speaking of conductors and some place called the Alienage. Even if she had been able to read it, the letter would have made little sense to her.