Korrin doesn't protest, at least partly because Ellana already beat her to it. She glances to her armor and shrugs, resigned to it never being as pristine as she wants it to be here. Oh, well. The Vashoth mage reaches for it, glad that at least it's excitement and not an emergency prompting its use.

"Give me a minute, and I can fix that. I wouldn't mind learning more about those, though this means I'll definitely want that campfire afterward." If she's going out in that again, it's a thing that has to happen.