Korrin takes the jabbing with a good-natured chuckle, but it's quiet and quickly subsides as she nods in agreement with her kadan's advice. Araceli's searching hand is met with her own larger one, giving it a tender squeeze. Her own eyes suspiciously bright for a moment, she clears her throat.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. It's better than leaving things unsaid and regretting it later, trust me. She'll understand." Korrin's heart aches for the love and affection Sina deserves, yet didn't get to have. It's too late for a life with Fern, but not for the warmth that such an admission might bring.