Korrin snorts at mention of Kirkwall and it's blood mage issues. "Ew. I didn't mean it like that." But she won't press onward for what was supposed to be a silly offhand comment in the first place.

And then the news of Bronson has her shoulders sagging, as a lump in her throat forms. She's not in tears, she expected it to happen sooner or later, but some part of her hoped that he would be around the next time she visited the hold. Her voice is a little hoarse when she finally does find words, staring downward past the edge. "...poor old boy. I hope he went easy, he deserved that much. Asher couldn't have asked for better. At least Aura was there for him at the end." That he would have been given the best of care, she has no doubt.

But it doesn't make it any easier to hear, that one more link to Asher is gone. She absently touches the spot on her arm where the honey badger tattoo is, underneath those layers of winter wear. "Good for Aura, on the training. I'm sure she has the grit to see it through. I'll pay a visit in the spring, if I can, see her progress for myself. Tell her all about your swamp crotch plan, too." Her lips twitch in what is almost a smirk at that, but the amusement doesn't reach her eyes.