"Oh no, that is a quick way to an early grave and I much prefer living." Any Crow knows better. Live with the pain, certainly, but get thee to a healer and whatnot.

Her name pricks a bit at the back of his mind- but he will ruminate on it later. It will come to him if he leaves it alone. "Korrin, a lovely name for a lovely woman. A pleasure to meet you, I am Zevran Arainai."

The likelihood of his name, this many years since the Blight, is probably slim- but he never did know who paid attention to what details of those stories.