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Mention of such bland food, even though Korrin has no appetite to begin with, has Korrin pouting. "No spice at all? That's harsh, Araceli. When this is over, I'll be begging for them, you know. How can I recover on something with no real taste to it?" Right now, that's more complaining just to complain, but later on it'll be a genuine grievance. The sky is blue, life is unfair and Southerners don't know how to make proper cuisine, it's just the way Thedas works.

"Threaten him with me all you need to, if it helps him calm the fuck down and behave. I'll want to see him when I can, but I know he can't ask for better attention than yours. Speaking of promises, I'll make this up to you as soon as I can." Somehow. That talk of a trip to Val Royeaux comes to mind again, but right now isn't the time to figure out details, not when her attention keeps sliding away.

Rolling her eyes, she would like to give a shrug but obviously she can't when she's trying to get them from the tavern to the healing tents in as little time as possible when Korrin is able to bear her own weight so she doesn't have to leave her so she might find assistance. At least people are smart enough to clear out of the way. "Soup should be fine I think, it'll be easy to eat and well think of it as incentive, should you need one. Once you're well and we've both slept, barring one of us being called away suddenly to go deal with something then I'll cook for you again." Probably after she's had a chance to sleep since she doesn't fancy lopping off the tip of a finger with a knife because exhaustion has at last rendered her clumsy but at least Korrin sounds more like herself again and that's what counts.

"I'll tell him you said that, that somewhere deep down in your bones there is the sternest of creatures lurking, fiercer than the dragon you slew." Sighing, she resolves to perhaps make the time to talk of home again, about what the other parts of work entail although it's a strange thing to speak of another lover for the first time because before it was just bedding girls and then amongst the queensguard it is all of them and Leandra, and it's difficult to know how exactly to speak of it without possibly offending, when she knows Korrin won't spill her secrets even if it means it might make it hard for her to confide in another friend about anything Araceli might tell her. "You don't owe me, Korrin, you don't make things up to me when you love someone, this is what you do; you look after them, you love them, this is what the sea made us for and what it teaches us when it gives us life."

Araceli's right, of course, and that truth quirks her lips just a little bit. "I know, I just don't want you thinking I ever take it -or you- for granted. I tell myself how lucky I am all the time, but I want to be clear in showing it, too." And if it's at all possible to so now, she would. However, it's all she can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other, to remain upright and not let her mind-fog envelop her. The glimpses and whispers of the spirits -and darker beings- hardly help, either. This is one time she can't give Araceli her full attention, no matter ho much she would dearly love to do it.

"Besides, after all this crap I can hope for a small window of time to steal you away and spoil you as you deserve, can't I? That's incentive, too." At least, she thinks so. Admittedly, it's as much for Korrin as Araceli. Taking a brief time away just to enjoy life and each other...well, it paints a very tempting image. Once she can rely on herself to be upright and coherent, she'll find a way to make it happen.

"I know I'm young," because she is, for all that she does tend to act older since she moved out younger than she suspects would be the norm for Thedas at least, "but I know when I'm being used, and those people are gone from my life as soon as I can be rid of them. I've become very good at it. You always show me, I just have to look at you and I know." Other people comment on it to her after all, about the pair the two of them make, the way she talks about Korrin and likely the look she gets in her eyes, and there's just that feeling of calm that washes over her. She feels safe, no matter what happens.

Feeling safe in Thedas is a rare and fleeting thing when the foothold for a rifter is so insecure.

"Absolutely, I will have plenty of time to think of all the things you can do to me, that I can do to you. Maybe sketch out a few corset ideas I have been thinking of - it was practical enough that I came here in my guard uniform but the things I have at home, ah sirena your eyes would fall out of your head if only you knew what I own." That isn't that much of an exaggeration although it feels very ridiculous to say when she's starting to stagger already under Korrin's weight but at least the healing tents are within sight so she grits her teeth, muttering under her breath softly. "You have run home shot and stabbed far more than once, over the rooftops in the dark, just a little more."

Smiling softly at Araceli's words, Korrin tries to focus on the images provided rather than the ache in her bones and the flush in her skin. "You and corsets will always be some of my favorite thoughts. I have no doubt that whatever you create would be well worth seeing. I'd have to steal you away for sure, to show my appreciation--"

The strain doesn't go unnoticed and Korrin frowns in concern and guilt, unable to make it any easier on the much smaller and slighter of the pair. "We can pause, Kadan. I don't want you straining yourself...and I'm pretty lightheaded, as it is. I can take a breather." She had a feeling it was going to be slow-going, anyway. The healing tents being in sight doesn't mean much if the pace is the way it is. And though it would be nice to be dry, she doesn't want Araceli collapsing to make it happen.

"Perhaps if you cannot sleep you could help, I know you brought back some dragonhide, I wondered if some of it could be worked soft enough, or if their claws or teeth could be used for decoration." Korrin's seen her scrimshaw dice after all, carefully handed down from her father and carved from the bones of a whale long long ago. Used with respect and love so that it still gets to live on somehow.

Nodding, she eases them both down to the ground, remaining upright herself though bent at the waist, hands on her knees as she takes a few deep breaths. "I hope the healers find out whatever this is soon Korrin, a sickness can be treated when it's a real sickness, but how do you treat it when it's magic?"

"Dragonhide corsets? Now there's a thought. It should be possible. Though I should tell you something about the teeth when I can think straight..." Which so isn't now, sadly. That's not how she'd want to remember such a moment, barely able to stand upright and feeling miserable all over.

As she's eased to the ground, Korrin slumps and takes in a few deep breaths of her own, needing them after the strain of...walking. Ugh, it feels so pathetic to even think that. She frowns, frustrated. "Fuck if I know how to fix it. If I didn't, I'd be a Spirit Healer. Adelaide or Sam or Christine...they're our best shot at fixing this." If they can.

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