It was still so odd to Falina that her affection was so openly reciprocated. Ordhan was merely glad to see her, and it showed in his open smile and kind face. It wasn't just a cast off greeting, and it meant more to her than he could have realized. She craved and needed acceptance, and to receive it from a man she hadn't known more than a handful of days forced her smile to spread wider. "Really?"
Falina pressed her lips together, hoping to ease the force of her grin, but her efforts were useless. She canted her head when he extended his cloak, going as far as to drape it over her much smaller body. Her face softened to the point where she felt it adopt a much gentler expression. "Thanks, uh- but... I mean, if you're sure that you don't need it." It wasn't rare that she was cared for; Falina was pretty, cute, and frankly looked like a child to the right eyes. Others took it on themselves to at least cast a glance her way to make certain she didn't need things, but this time something twinged low in her stomach. There was a deep anxiety that the others would think her too young and inexperienced on the mission, but deeper still she worried that Ordhan and Cormac thought her too young. Their combined opinions mattered far more than the dozens of faces that littered their group. If they thought she couldn't do this, than Falina knew that she couldn't.
The cloak warded off some of the biting cold, and Falina nodded in appreciation. "Thanks." He was still close, and impulsively she leaned over and brushed a quick, grateful kiss to his cheek. Her blood felt like it was burning beneath her skin. She wasn't sure how he'd react; Ordhan was rapidly becoming a good friend, and while his gesture of affection deserved one in turn, offending him, no matter how sleepy she was, was not an option.
"I didn't dream before the Joining," Falina shrugged beneath the cloak. She was unsure how much Ordhan knew about dwarves, and didn't want to insult his intelligence, so she continued, trusting him to ask when he didn't understand. "I've only had a few, but they're about the Blight. The Archdemon... and lots of darkspawn. It's awful really." There was no way to communicate how awful it was, and trying just seemed melodramatic. They were monsters, and Ordhan had fought them personally- he understood the terror of the rancid smelling bodies, and the damn humming. However, there was more that he couldn't- and there was no explaining that when she saw the Archdemon is was like he knew her name. "So, we could talk about monsters, or we could talk about why you were up worrying." She forced a weak smile, letting him decide.