Whatever could be said about Araceli's views as selfish, Korrin isn't the one to say it. She knows better than many here what Araceli has gone through and endured in her time with the Inquisition, and how Galadriel and others like her soured any chance of rifter solidarity. That's on them, not on her kadan. Pausing in her chopping for a moment, she reaches over to give that particular hand a squeeze. "I know, kadan. You deserve to define yourself as you will. Hell, all of us do. It still pisses me off, that you tried to do right by them only to have it thrown back in your face. So, anyone who gives you shit for your allegiances now can fuck right off...or have me tossing them off a pier. I'll make sure you have a good view."

That pleasant image calms Korrin enough to return to chopping, not wanting Araceli's work to stall because of her. "...you have a point, that rift-sealing could have a positive effect on the Veil at large. I sure as hell hope so; it can't really get any worse." Maker, please don't take that as a challenge. "Strengthening it might take away some of the creepiness...but I still can't stand the place for what it represented. Circles were largely shit anyway, but that was the worst of the worst. That's not something that just goes away; maybe we'll get it to a better state, but I'll always be happier leaving that place than going in.

...hey, speaking of Antiva and easier access, we should take advantage of that. How about a friendly gathering when we have the time, for the people who would appreciate Antivan cuisine? It'd be a nice distraction from -or reward for- all the hard work we're putting into this place. If we're going to make this place ours, it'll need some better memories to go with it."