She's tense for all of a moment before leaning in, resting her forehead against Korrin's shoulder. Borrowing some of that stability and indomitable strength she's ever admired in her friend. Stealing shades of it for herself when her own will fails- as she fears it might in the time to come. "I- Thank you, Korrin."

She tries, she knows she tries. To hear the truth of it from someone else- someone with no patience for the game? Does well to settle her mind.

"But this. All of this I have and yet endure- for it is not over for all that the templar in question is dead. There are days when I still feel his hand about my throat and I still- I attempt to put such things aside. For what we do has weight beyond our own choices and comfort." It'd sound more official, she supposes, if she were not clinging to Korrin just a bit. "We must be better. We must do better than what came before."