Returning to Antiva had been no small feat but when the Nightingale had asked it of her, she could not say no, and so she had gone along with all the rest. In truth, she might have been eager for the distraction; the ball had awoken a simple truth and it was that she had spent far too long being useless, scurrying around gathering snippets of information and doing too little with them. That she had missed the thrill of hard work, of gaining the upper hand and working towards something greater, something larger than herself.

But that is better examined later because it's been far too long since she's had Korrin all too herself what with ball preparations, with the illness that had alarmed them both so much, with her own studies, and then of course their own missions with Korrin helping Twisted Fate and Araceli making her jaunt to Antiva.

She's quiet when she finds Korrin, carefully waiting until the other woman is alone because there are some reunions you have loudly and fondly but her last lingering memories of Korrin are helplessness, are trying to make her eat and drink, unable to alleviate her suffering in any meaningful way.

"Sirena," she purrs, arms about her waist from behind, rising up on her toes to press her forehead to wherever she can reach from behind, "I return from my adventures and I find myself utterly at your disposal."