"Passable." Though Tadhg's smile drops away at the sight of an arrow pointed in his direction, he shows no other reaction beyond a small sigh. Taking a step backward, he seats himself on the rock Dána so recently vacated. The ferret himself chirps softly, sensing the tension in the shoulder on which he sits, but remaining as calm as his master does.

"I have offered you no threat, Lord of Gondor." He gazes up at Faramir with the dark, animal eyes he didn't bother to hide after transforming. His voice carries clear, calm and quiet, holding no note of either fear or anger, but only the faintest trace of disappointment. "You will have no need--" a jerk of his chin in the bow's direction "--of that."