Maxwell's mother should just be eternally grateful that she isn't within punching distance of Korrin. Nothing she's heard about this woman has made her want to hold back, at all. Even if it got her in trouble, and it no doubt would, it might be worth it just for the look on her smug noble face.

Her jaw clenching as her temper rises, Korrin's expression softens when she glances back over to Maxwell. "Next time the Inquisition sends us north, come with me. Between Wycome and Rivain, you'll have more of those memories than you'll know what to do with."