Having Sina for company means that Korrin's less inclined to make escape attempts in the name of...something something freedom something. She's still feverish and not especially clear-headed as a result, and the chatter of spirits she never wanted to hear anyway doesn't help. Whatever relief Araceli can give isn't shunned, but if Sina's even slightly awake, she'll gesture to the frail elf.
"Her first. I can wait. And ugh, shut the fuck up.
...not you." Either of them. But she frowns sharply in the direction of spirits that are now silent that she's focused on them. She sinks back, grumbling about spirits and not wanting to be a medium.
Her own dreams are a mixed bag; those with Araceli are either sweet or racy, especially one involving Araceli in pearls and a corset and nothing else. And then there's the other, much less pleasant frequent dream of the horrorscape that is the Temple of Sacred Ashes. The Araceli dreams are a little more dominant, but her entire motivation for joining the Inquisition often surfaces, those charred husks never far from her mind.
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"Her first. I can wait. And ugh, shut the fuck up.
...not you." Either of them. But she frowns sharply in the direction of spirits that are now silent that she's focused on them. She sinks back, grumbling about spirits and not wanting to be a medium.
Her own dreams are a mixed bag; those with Araceli are either sweet or racy, especially one involving Araceli in pearls and a corset and nothing else. And then there's the other, much less pleasant frequent dream of the horrorscape that is the Temple of Sacred Ashes. The Araceli dreams are a little more dominant, but her entire motivation for joining the Inquisition often surfaces, those charred husks never far from her mind.