Korrin hasn't been seen in the tavern for a while. Ever since returning at the end of last month, she's been more or less glued to the healing tents, watching over Asher. When he finally died, he left with an entourage, bound for an Avvar hold a short distance away. That was a week ago, more or less, and now she finally turns her steps to the tavern.

Her heart doesn't seem to be in it, though. Normally, she'll go around, buy drinks for people -after the Fade, that even started to include Bull- and join in on all the drinking songs. Now, though, she perches at the bar and stares into her drink as though not sure what to do with it. It's too strange to be here, realizing that the days of her and Asher and Mal being an annoying trio is done. But she can't bring herself to leave, not knowing what else to do with herself right now.

She only looks up at the sound of a heavy tread approaching the bar. "Oh. Hey."