After a day of fighting all that the Hinterlands has to throw at the Inquisition, Korrin is strongly tempted to just go and pass out, nevermind if she has the right tent or not. The Vashoth mage wants to at least try unwinding a little bit first, though, not having realized how long it's been since she'd had that until she can't remember the last time. So she snags a bottle of wine and heads over to the warmth of the fire.

Noting the dwarven woman and the way she seems to notice everything about her surroundings, especially the sky, Korrin smiles. She's seen that look before and can guess what it means. "You haven't been on the surface that long, have you?"