Korrin complies with the request automatically, a brief twitch of her lips as she sheds her staff's light for the benefit of the party. She can only imagine what Herian would think if she'd heard an apostate mage being called such a title. But, fuck it; Korrin had earned that right and from one of the most loyalist mages that exists in Skyhold. Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with the Iron Lady herself.

Upon reaching the first level of the prison, the Vashoth woman peers around curiously before having a brief look at the map and nodding. "Good. I'm all for going where we need to, but the less time spent here, the better." Glancing over at Morrigan, she flashes a weary smile. "Now that you ask, it'll definitely happen, you know. Something big and annoying, I bet."