Rannon wrung his clothing and let himself dry off in the sun as Feri spoke. He knelt down to wash his hands of his blood, and then sat down again, merely listening. His look steeled when she mentioned she would not be welcome in the Dwarven society simply because of her mixed blood. He realized that he and her had more in common than he'd originally thought. He was not of mixed race, but all Ferelden people were here because they had been seen as barbarians by the outer world.

He looked her up and down, realizing that she did look a bit more human than he initially thought. If it was another time and place, he realized she'd look very attractive to him with her curves and girlish features. He looked away, and got to finishing up collecting his gear once more. Once she was done speaking, he gave a rare smile, and even a laugh. "Smart," he replied. "And Gideon'd love that, right fella?" 

The Mabari had trotted out of the water, and then violently shook his hide. Water droplets flew everywhere, and his tongue was hanging out as he looked between Feri and Rannon. "I'll take that as a yes." Rannon replied, standing up. "Lead the way, Feri."