It's not as though Korrin isn't doing plenty of complaining where they are, nor will she stop until the mire is firmly behind them. But she smiles warmly at the tiny pseudo-Antivan woman. "You're so sweet, Araceli. I'd be in your debt, you know. Hopefully you'd find good use for that." If anyone could, it'd be her. And she can't help the suggestive tone, needing something to look forward to.

"But of course I'll share my collection of tales, preferably over something decent to drink. If we make it back to the tavern early enough, remind me to tell you the one about the rabbit, the donkey and the caravan. It's...unique." And pretty scandalous, at least by the Inquisition's standards.