Hearing Zevran's perspective does give Korrin something to ponder beyond her kneejerk attitude. He'd know far better than her what those Crowlings have been through, what their chances are of breaking past their training. "With you as their influence, they could stand a chance. I'll give them that much. They're fortunate to have you as an advocate, Zevran."

After what he's been through, Korrin wouldn't have blamed him the slightest if he didn't want anything to do with them. He could have just let them die. And yet, the fact that he's giving them a chance has her grudging approval. She just wants to protect her friends, but her friends are often the type to think beyond themselves, even if one wouldn't think so at first glance.

"And I use the souls of my enemies, of course, specially infused into the care package products I receive from up north. I'm more than willing to share, at least with those who appreciate such things." She lets out a comfortable sigh the moment Araceli's fingers touch her hair, always appreciating such attentions.