His eyes were downcast and his powerful form looked tired beyond the physical, but he nodded at her comment she was better looking than he was. Usually he would be pretty receptive and responsive to such an upfront and hard fighting woman, but the only companions he'd had the past three or four days was Gideon and the combat, along with the cries of Darkspawn and the cleaving of his sword. Still, he looked up just in time to see her approaching with a look of somewhat concern. He got to his feet, and this time he couldn't help but give her a gruff nod and a shake of his hand. His grip was strong and true. "Don't mention it." he told her. "Yeah I...I was there. I'll tell you more about it when we get cleaned up." 

Upon hearing the second part of her explanation on why she was here, he couldn't help but bark out a laugh at the absurdity of all of this. He'd been trying to get north for as long as he could remember, and not only was Lothering gone but this...Dwarf girl(?) had gone south. He gave her a grin at that, and a rough pat on the shoulder. Some of the fire that had been doused out from his grief had returned for a moment, making his grey eyes look like cold iron being smelted with with what could only be described as a fiery daring. 

"I'm Rannon," he told her. "Borf!" was heard from the left, and the Mabari Warhound strutted toward them, sniffing Feri's hair with audible 'snoofs'. "Oh sorry, this is Gideon." 

The Mabari tilted his head, now sniffing Feri's face. Beyond the Mabari, the tall human was backing up and heading toward the stream, for he had seen it earlier too. "C'mon Giddy! Don't be rude." As he walked, he realized why the woman had been concerned, but he'd slept with nightmares and horror for what seemed like an eternity. If Darkspawn blood had not already gotten into his system, he doubted it ever would. [@MiddleEarthRoze]