Despite the fact that this day was something he had never thought to happen, Faer was more than happy to accept that it actually had, disbelieving still shown on his face as he laid eyes on Valan. After the death of Aera, father and son managed to grow even closer than they were before, forced together by now only having each other as family. Even through the very occasional disagreements (since they were usually able to see eye-to-eye), they embodied the very idea that "blood is thicker than water."
At this very moment, his mind was filled entirely of his father, unable to see the astonished effect of this new development and neither the fact that some of the other members looked as if they wanted answers to questions that were evidently forming in their minds. Instead, all he could do was grasp his father by the shoulders, his grip so firm it was as if the Dalish mage was trying to make sure that the older man wasn't a figment of imagination by proof of being tangible. Their time apart hadn't been very long, but it was the mentality that went with the separation, the firm idea that Faer would likely never be able to see his clan or his family again. And even if they did, even if their current mission said that he would meet his Keeper again, there was no telling what would happen next.
But these were thoughts for another time and another place. All he wanted to do right now was relish in the fact all the burdening and guilty-conscious thoughts of his mind could be erased and he no longer had to dwell on the loss he has felt ever since being banished from his clan. This was a moment of retribution and the Dalish mage had every intention to make sure that it was well-used.
"Oh," he smiled with a snort of a laugh, his words now switched back to common tongue, "I'm afraid that there is much to tell you, Father." Here, he took time to study the looks of the older man, now realizing that even through their parting of ways, his father didn't look any different from a few months ago. Granted, their time apart couldn't be measured in years, but Faer was sure that the stress would have played a part on the physical health of Valan (not to mention mental or emotional.) Yet, here before him stood yet another proven fact that his father was a strong man, able to understand that life had a way of taking his loved ones away.
This time, however, his father decided to do something about it and Faer was glad to hear that Valan took it upon himself to try and find his lost son. It was the very decision that perhaps lead to this very moment today.
"I am sad to say that Jaden and I have gone our separate ways, Father, since we were recruited into the Grey Wardens order. These," he turned to indicate to the other members of the group, still unable to mask his happiness, "Are my companions. We are on a mission to gain allegiance of the Dalish in the fight against the Blight."
There was a pause to let the information sink into his father before he continued again, showing a sense of excitement to his step and words as he started to motion to each of the other members, "Shall I introduce you? The other Grey Wardens are Lalin, an Alienage elf. The young dwarf is Falina and the man being healed is Conlan. The rest of them are good people who joined us in our quest. We even have a knight amongst us, Ser Ordhan, and a Templar as well, Ser Simon."
Stopping to take a moment to breathe, he finally turned his attention to the young elf that stood beside his father, addressing him in a polite, but still formal, manner, "You are traveling with my father? My name is Faer, might I ask for yours?"