It's early in the evening when Korrin returns to Skyhold, still clad as an Avvar for the hell of it. Yes, part of it's due to reactions she'll get; scandalizing the easily-scandalized is hilarious, after all. But also, she just could't bring herself to let go of it, at least for the length of the trip back to Skyhold.

The Korrin who enters the main gates is calmer than the one who left, strangely fragile and in shock despite the decline not being what one would call swift. The grief still lingers in her eyes, but said eyes are dry and more apt to remain that way until something seemingly random sets her off. But she hopes that won't be often; Korrin's needed here, and she won't serve the Inquisition by being a wreck. That and she needs Araceli more than she needs to hang out with the Avvar who knew her friend.

So with that in mind, she'll turn to the stables only long enough to get her mount situated before seeking out her kadan.