Korrin's not where Araceli left her. As though eager to prove herself a terrible patient, the feverish Vashoth woman has stumbled her way to the tavern. Whether deep in denial or trying to beat back her illness by sheer force of willpower, the result is the same; she's practically draped on a corner table, no drink in hand and only vaguely paying attention to her surroundings. The music seems to help, since otherwise she's periodically frowning and looking at nothing in particular...though those afflicted will see the spirits she does. Who knows, Fortitude may even be egging her on.