Korrin's own room isn't too far away, notable by the blue seashell painted on the door. It's a fair guess that the small room was likewise in terrible repair when she and Araceli first claimed it; that was the point, taking something they were pretty sure no one else would want. Nobles wouldn't want holes in the roof or walls, or a room in the mountains without a working fireplace, after all. But bit by bit, they made it livable. She's just a little too selfish to go live in the barracks when she can snuggle in privacy with her kadan.

Upon exiting and searching the nearby area, Korrin comes to a stop when she realizes that the empty room in that nearby tower is empty no longer. The girl is instantly familiar, though it's been a while since they last spoke. Korrin can't forget a person with her own lightsaber, after all. The tall, horned woman pauses by the entrance, noting the tools on the floor with interest. "Want an extra pair of hands? I'm not needed anywhere, at the moment."