Unfortunately for Dolain, Lalin wasn’t feeling the same sort of happiness at seeing him, as he seemed to be feeling at the sight of her. She could tell, as she glared at him, that he wasn’t hearing a word she was saying. That only served to make her anger flare again. The fact that he had dodged her swing didn’t help his cause either. If he had just taken the hit, she wouldn’t have had to do this. Lalin pulled back out of his arms and punched him in the jaw. Not slapped, because Lalin didn’t slap people when she was this angry with him. She full out punched him. With all that strength she had built up from years of working with her archery, it wasn’t a weak punch either.
“You Maker be damned idiot,” she snarled at him. “You didn’t even hear a word I said! Just flashed your smile and thought that would make it all better. Well it doesn’t make it better, Dolain!” She was frustrated with him, tired of him not taking this whole thing seriously. Her seriously. The Grey Wardens had quickly become very important to her and he had made her look like a fool for inviting him along. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t need him. Because she didn’t. But that felt like rubbing salt into a wound so she kept her mouth shut.
Instead, she moved away from him and turned to the others, still gathered around and no doubt staring at them. “Davin, I’ll be with the others when you’re ready. Alright? Darrian, it was good seeing you again.” She and Darrian had not known each other well, but still, politeness and all that. Besides, it put emphasis on the fact that she didn’t say goodbye to Dolain when she turned and walked back to their little gathered group. She settled in next to Faer, but didn’t say a word. Her shoulders were tense and she wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, all but radiating the need to be left alone for a moment until she could settle her temper.