"Okay," Fern whispers back, looking from Araceli to Korrin both with eyes that are misty again, but there's a conviction in the set of her jaw that she hopes will reassure them both.

For a moment longer she stays put in her seat, before she can't anymore. Getting up, she slips around to the other side of the table to put her arms around Araceli's shoulders--and Korrin's, if she'll accept it. Fern squeezes her eyes shut. "Thank you both, for being--for being so kind to me." It's more than she'd ever dreamed to expect from anyone in Kirkwall.