"No ear-snipping, promise." Korrin leans in to reveal her rings, evidently an eclectic collection from all over. One thing they have in common is that they're the heavier sort, no thin bands here. The vast majority don't have gemstones either, as she seems to prefer let the polished metal bands and their engravings have all the attention. "Skyhold is warmer than its surroundings, but you're not wrong about the rest of the Frostbacks. If I'm making a trek of any considerably length outside, I'll store them in a pouch for later."

She lips her cup for one last slip, draining it. "When I was young, once or twice. Mostly because Dad told me about how those who were born without horns are seen as special, you know? I wanted whatever destiny they got. But I grew to decide that I could make my own and not give up my horns in the process. They're part of me, unless battle breaks them. That's as it should be. Don't be ashamed of your horns, Kas.

And now I need a breather, before this stuff catches up with me."