"If I cry, please remember who I share my bed with," Araceli replies, all mock sweetness and light. As if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth but Korrin would absolutely do it and she needs the laugh. So she's not above using the threat of her very tall Vashoth mage kadan if she needs to as she makes a face at the crutch, even as her gait becomes a little less unsteady.

"I'm going to have a bruise under my armpit," she mutters. "Can I pad it more? The top bit?"