"I never even thought to say goodbye to him." Everyone in Thedas comes back, that's how it is. It's rifters that slip through the cracks, people that only get worried about if they come from the same world as someone else or if they have friends; not that there's less danger but Mal belongs here. "I'll check in on Merrill, when I see her. She offered to help with the Dairsmuid refugees before they even arrived. As for the tattoo - how about your forearm? You'd see it if you were fighting in armour that didn't fully cover your arm, or whenever you were drinking?"

Where her tattoos are doesn't matter as much to Araceli; her body is a map, so long as the tattoo is there then that's enough for her. It's there for the world to see and for Araceli to know. This is the proof of who I am and what I am, that is what the marks on her skin say. But Korrin misses her friend dearly. It isn't a bad place for such a thing, and Araceli has a fox for Lux on her own arm, caught mid-stride.

"Well you weren't running but fuck, can you imagine? An antaam-saar is just enough for me if I tie it right but-" She bows her head, trying to hold in the sudden burst of laughter before it explodes out. Too much. Too much of everything and laughter is better than tears, isn't it? "One way to stun them before you strike I suppose."