"It'd be rude of us to deny them, then." Korrin's eyes meet his and while she doesn't especially trust the Crowlings yet, the Vashoth knows the last thing Zevran needs is more tension at this point. So she'll keep a lid on that temper and the Crowlings will be unharmed, though closely watched. They can let the rest of this mess sort itself out, later, when he's willing.

Thinking back to the horses, she chuckles softly. "Zevran has the right of it, more or less. I'm no fan of horses, anyway; there are better mounts, though I suppose the point is moot now. I'll do my best to help ease those aches and pains of yours, though."

There's a spark of mischief in her eyes and grin before Korrin finally gives in to that braiding request. Reaching up, she unties her stark white hair and shakes it out into loose waves. "Do what you will with it. I trust your judgment."