It's a while before Korrin seeks Zevran out. He has plenty of people checking in on him and she doesn't want to overwhelm, after all. Besides, she has no idea what might help him, at this point. Her expertise is in battle, not the aftermath. Not like this.

Still, whenever there's a chance as they stop and Zevran isn't surrounded, she'll approach. There's no intent to surprise him, not that she can; Vashoth aren't built for stealth. Giving him a decent amount of personal space, Korrin sits down where he can see her, and takes out a bottle from her travel bag. Her expression is neutral or as much as she can make it, knowing she wouldn't want pity or dramatics were their roles reversed. "More orzata, if you want it. Detlef's probably stuffed you with all the healing you can handle, so have something different."

She's out of healing potions anyway, thanks to that last, brutal fight.