Meanwhile, Korrin has zero appetite thanks to being faced with poor tavern fare or rations yet again. She can't remember the last time she had a satisfying meal, which among other things just contributes to that grumpiness. There's only so far that mercenary stoicism can get her when the mire is unrelentingly awful at every turn. That last comment earns Araceli a grin, the Vashoth easily appeased with such worse.

"Good to know, because I'm selfish like that. When I want someone's attention, I don't like to share.

And I have absolutely no problem with fish or any of that. When you're on the road, you learn to have a stomach of iron, but it's a nice change to be able to savor food instead of enduring it. That's all I've done since we entered this mess. Pure suffering, I tell you."