[Orym looks back from the sword to Dorian, feeling the start of a blush rising, the heat of it spreading across his cheeks. Maybe it was strange to blush over a compliment like that given his current occupation, but well, Dorian sounds like he means it.]

Thanks... [The halfling ducks his head with a laugh.] I haven't shown that to anyone else here. It feels a little like it's part of my past, but... I'm glad I got to show you.