Honestly Araceli would really like to see a demon try to possess whatever remains of her corpse; a scattered collection of sea creatures summoned forth, assembled into a being wholly unsuited to being on the land if it were even possible. If she perishes in Thedas, most of the things that will devour her will have gills, and a demon won't last long, thrashing around in the shallows until someone comes along to deal with it, letting the crabs and fish and eels be free once more.

Settling herself so her feet are in the water either side of Korrin, she moves for her hair first, unbinding it carefully to fingercomb it before she goes for the first comb, working her way through it all until she can twist it up into a bun on the top of her head with several of the pins.

"So," she says at last once she's gotten Korrin's hair out of the way before she can get to work on Korrin's neck, scooping up warm water and massaging out any aches. "I suppose I should ask why paint your breasts. It seems a very odd thing to do."