"Dragonhide corsets? Now there's a thought. It should be possible. Though I should tell you something about the teeth when I can think straight..." Which so isn't now, sadly. That's not how she'd want to remember such a moment, barely able to stand upright and feeling miserable all over.

As she's eased to the ground, Korrin slumps and takes in a few deep breaths of her own, needing them after the strain of...walking. Ugh, it feels so pathetic to even think that. She frowns, frustrated. "Fuck if I know how to fix it. If I didn't, I'd be a Spirit Healer. Adelaide or Sam or Christine...they're our best shot at fixing this." If they can.