Korrin can't speak for anyone else, but once she decides that she likes someone, personal space is often forgotten. Especially when they're in distress and need the comfort, which unsurprisingly happens in a time of great upheaval. Pushing back that forming lump in her throat as her mind drifts to those slowly dying in those cages, she draws in a steadily breath and nods. That fierceness makes her smile briefly, always drawn to people with spirit.

"I wouldn't expect anything less. Just don't think it's all on your shoulders, though. We're all responsible for each other, now more than ever. Sharing that load goes a long way to keeping us sane as well as alive."