The ends of his lips were drawn up, spreading with the kind of joy she wished displayed on all faces, including her own. While she was happy, and generally cheerful, she was prone to bouts of contemplation and uncertainty. Her mother had frequently been depressed, and Falina knew that it was no way to live. So she tried harder, smiled bigger, and laughed louder, and sometimes it helped.
Being this close allowed for her to see the way that his features came together, and the did so nicely. Ordhan was pleasant looking, despite of course being unbearably tall, and having the same large head that seemed to plague all humans.
She thanked him the moment he let the clasp slide from his fingers. The fabric was heavy, strong for most unexpected conditions, and it was warm. She doubled it around her, struggling for a moment with it's sheer berth. Falina spun her arms, winding it as carefully and thoroughly as possible, stepping around the loose hangings at her heels as she moved.
She followed him to the bench, but despite her efforts, the ends of the cloak scuffed under her feet when she tried to walk, and immediately she came to a grinding halt. Falina bent forward, carefully picking up a mass of fabric at so that her feet were temporarily visible as she pattered quickly over to the bench, plopping unceremoniously beside him. Once sitting, she brushed the hair out of her face gathering it together before slipping it from beneath the collar of the cloak and over her shoulder. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault, and it's not really anything either of us can control. Besides, I think that it's better that I see it now, so at least I'll be prepared. Well... mostly prepared. I'm hoping that I have some of my father in me. He was supposed to have been a wicked fighter in the Proving, but who knows."
Falina shrugged, smoothing out the edges of the cloak now that she'd settled. "You'll be just fine." The dwarf canted her head, uncertain why of all people, Ordhan was unsure. "Besides, I think that even if you don't have anything but a sword, which is a bunch of nug-dung, we'll be needing a sword. Probably a lot of swords." She nudged his elbow playfully. "I don't mind going back to the forest. It was pretty there; also scary, but mostly pretty. "