Korrin pauses in her work and sighs upon inspecting the armor. That's about as good as she can get, given the circumstances, but she's far from satisfied. She normally takes great care with it, so anything less is frustrating. But she reluctantly sets it aside after another attempt at cleanliness, scowling at any stains as though they've personally insulted her. Those stains won't even be visible when she's trudging through the mire tomorrow, though.

"I'm too weary to make a decision at the moment, though that'll probably end up with staying here. If I have to choose between warm and dry, dry takes precedence. But we'll see." She smirks a little. "That's gratitude for you, eh? We toil away here only to get exiled afterward. Unless they have that dream bath house built that Zevran and I were fantasizing about earlier."