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[foxsays]

"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."

[gatheringstorm]

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.

[foxsays]

"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?"

[gatheringstorm]

"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.