Usually when Korrin bothers to speak Orlesian, it's to wipe off the smirk from some noble's face when they realize she's understood their insults and slights the entire time. It's a refreshing change to use her linguistic skills for a more benign reason. She nods agreeably to the apology, more than willing to put it behind them. Grudges are reserved for the unrepentant assholes, not those slipping up due to lack of exposure. If she held a grudge at every such moment, there would never be time or energy for anything else.

"Good, I'd hope for nothing less. We don't know nearly enough about said shards as we should, but we're still trying our damnedest to catch up. Whether you're here to work for the Inquisition or not, that still holds true."

There's a soft chuckle as a wry smile forms, in response to being the odd ones out. "It's a pain in the ass, isn't it? I thought I was used to that, but it's one thing to move around with a mercenary company. If things got too tense, we could leave at a moment's notice, no problem. Now, I have to be mindful of what we do and say because I plan to see this cause through to the end. That can't happen if I let bigoted assholes get to me."