Fiona's not the only one muttering. Nearby, a Vashoth woman with a staff strapped to her back stalks toward camp as well with a thunderous expression on her face. "Fucking idiots...." They were blocking her from saving them from rift-addled bears?!? Did they forget so quickly how the beasts have been nothing but a menace since the Breach? Evidently, and though Korrin has no intention of fighting them, having to find an alternate path yet again is making her irritable. Perhaps she should return to camp and refill her potions anyway, since they're running low.

There's little that can distract her from her annoyed train of thought, but the sight of the elven mage covered in blood has her quickening her pace. The natives hadn't dared toss blood at the tall, horned woman so her mind is more on battle than idiots being idiots. "Andraste's ass--tell me none of that's yours! Do you need potions?"