Bramen kissed the halla's muzzle and nuzzled his own nose against it. The deer made a few soft noises, those cute and happy ones that Dorian was growing fond of. With a pat against the animal's neck, the herald pulled back and urged the halla to move a little, to give him time to focus on Dorian.

"They're very trusting creatures. They can tell when someone has a good heart," he smiled towards Dorian, warmth in his eyes. There was a joy there the mage likely had never truly seen before, a happiness that couldn't quite be contained. Here he was among his people once more. There was little in this world that could shatter his mood now. He sighed softly, stepping towards the halla again and stroking along the animal's neck. It leaned forward, urging Bramen to stroke it beneath its chin.

"They know what is good and what's right. They fear little but that's often their downfall," he cooed, leaning in to nuzzle the gentle creature once more. "But that's why we care so deeply for them. They represent so much to my people, to my clan," he stepped back, admiring the halla, almost revering its presence. He turned to look at Dorian again, smiling all the while.

"I'm glad I could share them with you," he said, "I'm glad we had a chance like this, for you to see them up close."

Bramen stepped closer and took Dorian's hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. Even though relationships of this sort were not favourable, they had a lot more freedom here among the Dalish than they ever would in Tevinter.