Korrin was not having a good time with the spirits it seemed. Well no one was, but those not used to dealing with them certainly so. They got a little annoying, but it was no worse than it had been in the Fallow Mire really. He feels bad for his friend but he cannot help but smile just a bit at the request.

"Sure, Korrin. I'll try-" The words fall away when he feels Cyril tug at him a bit, which has him leaning down to see what he wanted, only to have his eyes widen slightly at the kiss being planted on his cheek. Being touched was a rather normal thing when around Cyril, but at the most it was usually a hug. He can feel his cheeks growing hotter - not just from his own fever - from that, and being called the 'best'

There's a moment when he just stares down at Cyril, eventually giving a sigh and then looking back to Korrin. "I can't promise it'll be able to keep them all quiet, but Fortitude will try. Right?" The question is asked as he looks over his shoulder, finding Fortitude and watching as the spirit just gives a nod of its head.

"Do you need a hand getting there?" he asks, turning back to Korrin and raising his brows at the fact she wasn't standing quite straight.