"It means just that." If Bronson couldn't meet his end in battle alongside Asher -and she can see the appeal in that- then at the very least, she hopes he wasn't in any pain. She likes to believe he shuffled the mortal coil while dreaming of Asher, a thought that has her clearing her throat to dislodge that pesky lump in it.

"So she's got some meat on her now? Good, I'll see if she's up to an arm-wrestling match sometime." Korrin's still likely to win, given that she's built her muscles up over a longer period and is a fucking qunari but still, if anyone can give her a run for her money it's one of the Avvar folk. The fact that Aura isn't pure Avvar doesn't change that. She arches an eyebrow at Yngvi's talk about Aura being 'weird', but talk of stealing has her distracted and chuckling for a bit. "If you're taking wagers, I'll join in. It's bound to happen sooner or later, and I'd say sooner." Given all her loss, she needs something good in her life, so Korrin would never begrudge her that. "They'd better be worthy of her stealing, or they'll have plenty of people after them."

And okay, she'll bite. "'Weird', like those seers up in Rivain or something? She's not a mage, but Avvar all have a relationship with the spirits, don't they?"