Rannon grinned at Feri's reaction. So tall was he that he found himself looking down past his nose at her (literally, not in a hoity toity way). With his armor off, and them this close, Feri would be able to see a jagged scar starting at his neck and cutting up until it crested his left chin. The way it was cut showed it was from a notched blade, probably a Darkspawn black iron weapon. 

Still, the rugged young man looked just that, a young man. One that went from embarrassed to laughing with a playful grin. When Feri burped, Rannon patted his chest and then did one more. It came from deep inside his large chest, so it sounded just as much of a roar as it did a burp. Following that, Gideon let out a large yawn that sounded like a 'hyeow!' before the Mabari flopped over onto his side, panting. 

Rannon chuckled and scratched the back of Gideon's ears as Feri offered him the rest of the stew. He was about to bashfully decline when she insisted she was much smaller than he and didn't need it as much. He did have to admit that he needed a lot of food to keep going. He turned his head to give her his thanks, but he paused. 

He didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was because he hadn't laughed in quite awhile with someone, or perhaps most girls he had met didn't act, or even look very much like Feri. But his eyes met hers and he smiled, very much taken with how pretty he thought she was. His gaze lingered for a moment, his grin widening. "Thanks," he breathed as he turned back and lifted himself up to head over to the fire, scooping up the rest of the soup. 

"We should probably sleep soon," he said to her, getting the last bit of porridge into the bowl. "We'll need to walk a long ways tomorrow. Maker knows I want to get to Redcliffe as soon as we can."
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