"I don't think so, not when they're distracted with trying to make sure the red lyrium's gone and statues don't kill people. Maker, I'm glad I missed that last one." Fighting them could have been a decent way to let off steam, but at the same time, Korrin's paranoid enough about the Gallows without those memories ingrained into her mind.

Used to Lux's noises by now, Korrin only snickers at the reaction he provokes in those nearby. It's almost as good as making people jump when they realize her 'stole' is alive and hungry. (Sorry, Araceli, that nonsense will never not be amusing.) If she had any resistance to his pleas to begin with, that pawing and pressing against her instantly overcomes it. She grabs a small handful of their stew ingredients as an offering for the poor, starving soul. "He's still a very handsome shadow, though. Don't worry, once we get settled in, you'll have even more treats to snag. We can do better than rotting fish, promise."

Straightening after giving Lux a chance to devour his offerings, she raises an eyebrow. "We're going to need a much bigger space for all your things, aren't we? Not that I'm complaining, especially if there are new corsets among them." Araceli didn't spark Korrin's love of corsets (on others, less so herself), but she certainly fanned the flames with those gorgeous designs and even more gorgeous figure. More such eye-candy is always fitting compensation for time away, as far as she's concerned.