"A shame I have no quill and ink so I can get that in writing from you though I wouldn't trust half the folk here to be witnesses or signatories right now so you're in rare luck today Korrin." That's teasing, of course it is, and though Araceli is a bad patient herself it's because she's had a broken wound, a gash, a shot from a pistol, a bad sprain or something like that - things that require her to be still, to go nowhere and do nothing. When she's sick she at least just whines from a mound of blankets for soup and tea, swatting at anyone that tries to come too close to her without any of those things, even if she loves them.

Nodding, she spares a glance to her left hand as she helps to bear Korrin's weight, glad she's possessed of a certain sort of stubbornness herself. "Well he's more my size, I can drag him if I need to or I can threaten him with you, he doesn't need to know you're in no fit state to act on threats, I'll keep my hand tucked away. Just to be safe." Her hand might be doing nothing but does she want to take the chance that it might cause any sort of problem? "Something Fereldan then. Very bland. Boring. Something that has never even heard the whisper of the existence of pepper even but lots of tea, with honey and I'll scrounge up as many lemons as I can, the cook won't miss them and the healers have more need of them than her dinners."