That the Valo-Kas is actually nearby instead of in some far-flung region of Thedas is surprise enough, and one that sends Korrin out of Skyhold as fast as her mount can carry her. Given the reluctance of the others to officially join the Inquisition, she's been expecting that most of her interaction with them would consist of infrequent messages and care packages of maraas-lok and horn balm. After the past few months without, memories and nostalgia come rushing back, and Korrin doesn't even try to hold back.

She leaves her mount with the stable people and rushes the rest of the way to the tavern. The snow doesn't faze her any, nor does she register the people she's weaving her way around, outside and within. For once, she's actually grateful that her kind are rare in the Hinterlands, as with the crowd it makes spotting Lena much easier. A broad grin forms as she approaches the table, raising her voice to set it apart from the noise around them. Though honestly, being heard has never been a problem for the mage. "Lena! Andraste's tits, it's good to see you again."