For a long while Nahariel was like a board in Korrin's arms, still and stiff save for the shaking of her shoulders, but she didn't pull away. And then, when the Vashoth mage didn't either, the hunter's posture slowly softened in the embrace, although her hands remained clasped over her face.

Finally, she gave a rather long and decisive sniff, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

"...Keeper Thalia would be ashamed of me, I think," she said with a small rueful chuckle, the words slightly muffled by her other hand. "Even though the Vir Adahlen teaches that we're stronger together... I'm not sure she meant the 'we' to include those not of the People."

Nari sniffed again, and looked up at Korrin, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy but full of gratitude. "But... I don't think I'm ashamed of me. Too ashamed, anyway," she chuckled again, rubbed her eyes, "I did cry on someone I hardly know.

"Ma serannas, Korrin. For being fond of Sina. For the potions. And hopefully for not making fun of the state of my face right now. And... for doing your part to prove me wrong about us being alone."