Sometimes...well, nothing good comes from that line of thought so Araceli stops it before it even begins to take shape. Home is part of her, carried with her everywhere so all she can do is hold to that as much as she can in the end because she won't forget, she'd never forget, she can't ever be that sort of person that just lets go of where they are and where they come from because it hurts.

"There's probably a verse from the Chant he can quote to justify that, Andraste is everywhere, statues, amulets; what's a little Andraste to squeeze for good look. It isn't as if the Maker is looking to see another man fondling the image of his wife." Araceli that's some blasphemy right there but who else is around to hear it when she's dropped her voice, risen to her toes to speak it only to Korrin.

"I'll make sure there's a space for her," Araceli agrees with a nod, "but if you see her before I see her, let her know I won't be offended if she doesn't want to stay with us, the smell and sound of the docks isn't for everyone."