Korrin's words somehow get a laugh out of Lena. A laugh of disbelief, but still. It's something other than crying or screaming.

"You were on a job, not fucking around the village, taking a break. My brother was up there about to die while I was checking out what they served at the tavern." She sits back on her heels, releasing Korrin and wiping both hands all across her face, trying to get all the tears and snot off. Then she wipes her hands on her pants.

"He should've come with me, or... I should have stayed with him." She knows what she's implying. She would have preferred it if they both lived, but barring that, she would have preferred they both die together. Not this 'one left behind' shit.