Korrin's rejoinder makes Nari freeze for a moment with her hands still in the air and then, suddenly, she laughs; it's loud and hard and bright and entirely unrefined, and she hasn't laughed like this in so long. Years. Not since before Sina was struck with the shard and her entire world had started to die at the same slow inexorable pace as her clansister. She looks like a plant discovering sunshine, and her arms pull down to wrap around her middle, her eyes crinkled by a broad helpless grin and shining with tears as the peals turn into breathless wheezing.

She sits down again because she has to, freeing one arm to gesture that her arse has, in fact, been put on the ground.

"In a lovely way," she croaks, raising a hand to wipe away the tears of abject mirth with a sigh. "And it's... complicated. In more ways than I could count on fingers and toes, but at the heart of everything it's good. I think." She says it with a quiet half-smile. It's not the grin from before by any stretch, but it's a happy kind of quiet. "Or it might be, someday. I don't know. I don't do this." Nari clasps her arms around her knees as she pulls them up, looks up at Korrin. "Tell me how you knew, with Araceli?"