Gate Aside
Her hand shook a little in Darrian's palm, unaccustomed to the formality, as well as the beauty of the one who offered it. Falina didn't speak for a moment, too afraid of stammering once Darrian's eyes returned to her face. A quick blush bloomed in her cheeks, and quickly she nodded. "You too... I'm Falina." Her stomach felt fluttery, and mercifully, Darrian was speaking again, preventing her from making a fool out of herself. "Ugh, only if you mean talk in the broadest sense. The sense where the other party merely is present, not actually listening to anything you have to say."
Davin practically bounded over to them, grinning like a fool as he clapped his 'friend' on the shoulder. Too little time had passed for her to adequately judge him, and too much remained to be seen. He'd been painfully quiet all morning, and in the Chantry the evening before, but it was heartening to see him smile.
Her eyes widened when she noticed Dolain's long gaze, his eyes unabashedly running over her body. She was no stranger to glances- not only was she a pretty dwarf in Orzammar (of which there were few), but she'd also just spent a month traveling with Savio. The assassin had always been rather humorous, but his bravado often left her more amused than disgusted. His intent never mattered, only the powerplay did. If he was oozing charm, he was in control, and his manipulations even managed to draw an outburst from Alistair. No other traveling companion had managed to do the same. Dolain on the other hand, was a coward, and his gaze only ruffled her... and then he winked. She gaped for a moment, before snapping her mouth shut. "I've seen smoother toads, Dolain." She crossed her arms over her chest, glancing over at Davin. "Mind your eyes before you lose one."
Davin and Darrian were occupying each other, and Falina was forced to return her attention to Dolain, who didn't particularly seem to care one way or the other about her earlier snide dismissals. His tone and accusation were heavy, as well as his implication that they cared little about the elves from the night before. She was so angry that her mouth went dry, and against her ribs, her hands clenched into fists. "Our business is our own, and it stopped being yours when you attacked that man and then ran. You don't get to be a victim, and you don't get to throw knife-ears around like you're entitled, or like youstayed. We cared enough to see it through last night, you arrogant bastard. Don't judge us."