[There's the sound of Araceli hauling on her coat, clicking her tongue and instructing Lux to follow in Castilean then she grabs it again, talking and walking.]

I won't be long.

[It cuts off since it's better to just be there instead, something that takes longer than she'd like since she can't entirely escape work right away but she's quick. Unwilling to run in case it's taken the wrong way, face composed enough until she spies Korrin and Lux darts ahead to rub against her leg.]

We should go inside, no? If we couldn't talk where we were...sailors talk, good for me, maybe not so good for you? [She reaches for Korrin's hand, squeezing gently, thumb rubbing over her knuckles as she inclines her head to the gangway but she won't push. Whatever it is, it's got Korrin rattled and that doesn't sit easily in Araceli's stomach so Korrin can lead but Araceli will be there when she can't or won't or doesn't want to.]