Korrin kicks at him with slightly less strength than he used to punch her, well-aware of her own and that she has to watch herself when dealing with smaller folk. "She was, a long-ass time ago. And it's not like they have weather down in that undercity, do they? Doesn't count. Besides, it's not healthy to mess with people strong enough to break away from the Qun and survive outside it. I should know."

She shudders, remembering Tama's ire when she was being an idiot, or directed at others who dared to think they could pull anything over her.

"Maker, is everything a competition with you? Maybe I wanted to name him after Asher just because I could. Unless I stole it from some child you managed to spawn when I wasn't looking, you're the whinging one now.

...fine, I can live with an Asher-wind like that. Thinking it's him being his usual asshole self will make those more bearable, anyway."