Heorl introduced himself to Diore and the rest of Leoflic's family. He felt a little awkward though. Since they were very young, Naefrewyn had always been the outgoing, talkative, vivacious one of the two. Heorl had always been shy and introverted. He didn't have many friends because most people took his shyness for cold indifference.

For most of that day the crowds of Rohirric refugees poured in through the gates into Helm's Deep. Later, Heorl, Naefrewyn, Leoflic, Dior, and their mother and younger siblings sat together inside the keep. Things had settled down for a bit, and it didn't look like they would be expecting an attack right off thankfully.

Heorl passed Naefrewyn a piece of dried meat from their pack of provisions and took one for himself. Naefrewyn wrinkled her nose at the rather unsatisfying piece of food before taking a small bite. She was sick of having nothing good to eat for so long, but she supposed that nothing could be done about it.

She knew that unless she started a conversation, Heorl would never say anything, so, seeking to fill the silence, she said, "So did you live in Edoras before we all had to come her?" She and her brother had lived far outside the capital, alone on a small farm. It had been devastating to her to have to leave.

(I pushed things forward a little bit. I hope that's ok.)