For a moment she looked vulnerable, almost sad; he wished he had some assurance to give, whether for the moment or future, concerning Dolain or concerning their mission to its very end. But Ordhan was not the sort for empty condolences, and they would be empty if he gave them. The future was ever uncertain, from a minute ahead to a year; who was he to promise otherwise?
"Very little, I hope," Ordhan replied with a thin smile he didn't feel. "It is only a day or two until Denerim." If it was any longer than that, he was certain Dolain couldn't avoid causing trouble, group of Grey Wardens or no. There were more subtle ways of causing harm than outright attack. All he could hope now was that the elf would have neither the time nor inclination to begin.
"It does, I imagine," he replied to her musings. Being a Grey Warden needed more than the ability to kill Darkspawn; there were reasons behind the Warden-Commander's choices that he would never question. It was his answer when anyone at the Keep had questioned he was not among the recruits, himself. It was honor enough to help them. "For whatever it will be worth, if there is anything that comes that I can help with, I will try." What that would be, other than simply being another sword and shield to their number, he could not imagine, but the assurance was owed nonetheless.
He hesitated again before venturing, "As little as the chance may be, may I ask that if there is an incident, he be left unarmed?"