Where Araceli comes from, they have a little something called manners but alas, Thedas is yet to catch up for the most part. As far as someone falling out of a rift goes, she's been there, done that, and she remembers being frightened out of her wits and not caring for anything more than Korrin coming to her rescue so anything odd about his appearance? Well she won't judge, not when she's darting in and out, eyes trained to find weak spots now, putting what she's practiced to good use. It's one of the first times she's really tried using any of the bard tricks outside of Skyhold or the mission to Antiva, unsure of how it would hold up but she feels...well she feels something.

Not that she can be distracted, not when there's fire coming at her until it's not.

"Thank you." Is it with regard to his words or his actions, or possibly both? The song continues when she can draw breath again, a song of heroes of Thedas that she knows only from what she's read but there's enough belief in their deeds, in their valour that she draws on now, catching movement in the corner of her eye and jabbing at the spindly knee of a terror before following through with a heavier slash from the smaller knife, ducking under the arm that claws for her.