A content noise escapes from Korrin, and she's happily savoring every moment of Araceli's touch where it's needed most. A lot of her muscles are sore and stiff, and the warm water is already helping but she still has a way to go. That remark gets a soft laugh out of her, though she tries not to move too much.

"It really is armor, sort of like how mabari have kaddis that protect them in battle. I think I'll stick with my usual sort most of the time, but when in Val Royeaux, do as the Royans do...or the Avvar, in this case. Besides, I have a pretty awesome chest, why not paint it?

...paint aside, I've been thinking about tattoos. I've never really bothered since my scars are enough decoration for me, but...I think it's time to break that. I want something to remember Asher by...Mal, too."