The offhand question is silently retracted, as Korrin gives her a gentle squeeze with that free arm, brushing her lips against the top of her head. Ignoring her own sore spot doesn't mean she wants to prod Araceli's own, and as painful as missing loved ones can be, it has to be worse when they're a world away. She makes a mental note to be more mindful of that, and check the market for more of Araceli's favorite spices and oils by way of apology.

"I wouldn't have minded my glove being used to strike that pompous twit. If something like this happens again and I'm around, it's yours." White dragonhide gloves, very high quality and made from one of the dragons killed at Emprise du Lion. She normally won't part with them, but in this case, it would be a welcome exception.