When they first enter Skyhold, Korrin follows her right along to the healing tents and doesn't budge except for moments of bodily necessity. That her staff arm also needs attention thanks to Ruby's bite is enough to ensure that anyway, but one wound compared to what Araceli's suffered is nothing. She knows enough Antivan to translate whenever the Rivaini mages aren't around and even polishes her language skills to speak to her in kind for privacy's sake. She's a constant presence, reminding Araceli through touch and voice that she's safe and loved. Potions and spells aren't something she will force, much as she worries, but she will encourage a strong tea blend that will aid in dreamless sleep. No one deserves that amount of nightmares, Araceli least of all.

That regaining of strength isn't nearly fast enough for her liking, but Korrin takes comfort in the fact that it's steadily happening nonetheless. One a return trip from the kitchens to pick up a few treats made especially by Burly, the Vashoth mage encounters her wobbly kadan attempting her escape. She raises an eyebrow, sympathetic but her lips curving in gentle humor. Genuinely scolding Araceli when she gave her just as hard of a time while ill would be the height of hypocrisy.

"You know, I could have sworn we've been through this scenario already. If you want out, kadan, I won't stop you but let me help. Burly made you some treats, let me take you to the garden to enjoy them."