Bumping shoulders with Lena, leaning into her a bit, Korrin shrugs. "No idea. It's a stupid name for something so awful, isn't it?" She takes another swig at that, feeling her throat burn but able to hold back from coughing.

"...saw a desire demon, too. She looked like Araceli, kept trying to lure me away from that pull I felt toward the rift." Her lips tighten and she looks away, still processing that.