That frustrated noise prompts a reassuring squeeze from Korrin, who listens with patient interest to Araceli speaking about her dueling master. Her eyes automatically stray to the blade her kadan bears, and the one Church is now using, seeing them with new eyes. No wonder Araceli takes such diligent care of them, as they're not only a link to her world but her former mentor as well. Such things are important, she knows, and it makes her heart ache that more can't be done for that severed connection.

That laugh provokes the return of her grin, though, as that sound is always music to her ears. "It went right over his head, didn't it. Or let me guess, it was a blade of his distinguished ancestor, Count Stuffyface. I couldn't take him seriously before, but this doesn't help. C'mon, Church, you can't be defeated by tits-on-a-hilt."

She raises her voice enough to be heard by other observers, and a few of the nearest ones chuckle and mutter to their own companions.

"Before I forget, I extended the invite to Sina. She'll think about it."