What she had decided instead was that it was a blessing, if an odd one. She could help others as she always had, even know in such a strange transition as being stranded in a world that, as far as she could tell, no one she had met had ever heard of before. Strange? Absolutely. New? Not really. She can fight with the same vigor and train with the same enthusiasm. She misses them of course, all of them. Her Nohr and Hoshidian siblings. But what does it help to mope? Another hard lesson she had learned on the Stairway, beaten into her again and again in Nohr's conquest of Hoshido. She cannot stop now, cannot fall.
She will make it home. But until then, she won't ignore anyone in need here. And right now, that happened to be the fourth guard captain, as stubbornly as he refused to admit it ... Allegedly.
If anyone had bothered to ask, Corrin would have told them the first reason she had been drawn to Arumat was his ears. She might have flushed a little, but it was the truth and Corrin was doing her best not to lie anymore. His ears were longer than hers, not that she could really measure, and he wore little mittens on them. Hers too were pointed, and despite Mikoto's claim as her mother, neither she nor any of her Hoshidian sibling's ears came to a point as sharply as her own. There were a handful of other people she had met with ears like her own, but it always drew her attention, perhaps because it was a trait she had once been furiously embarrassed by.
It's a weird thing to think about.
Despite knowing he would be in his office, Corrin still starts are the dry response to her arrival, startled out of her analysis of Avalon and Arumat. She straightens her back sharply, setting her feet together. "Captain Thanatos, sir." Just as instantly as she'd fallen into the pose, she eases out of it as she closes the door behind her. "Your -- " she cuts herself off, stopping herself from tossing his own men under the proverbial wagon. She smiles and turns away from the door as if she hadn't said anything at all. "There are. Rumors that you were not feeling well?" She poses it like a question, confident as she is that it is true. If anything, she's late to this discovery.
Undeterred by his response or lack thereof, Corrin walks across the room as she continues. "I thought I might help." She smiles and stops in front of his desk. "So I fixed that training gear for you and I." Corrin fishes an item from her pocket and sets it on the table between them. It is a small, plastic vial with six little capsules inside. Red on one end and white on the other, they're visible under the sticker across the side with handwritten instructions. A pain reliever, they had told her, though she couldn't remember the name of it. "I brought you this!"
It is then, right then, standing in his office and waiting for a response, that Corrin wonders if she might have crossed a line. She could probably count the number of words they had spoken to each other on one hand before this. Maybe arriving unannounced had been a little too much. The corner of her mouth twitches, an awkward attempt at a smile. "I hope it is not too presumptuous of me." Corrin has known painfully stubborn men before. She thinks she can handle this one too.
Arumat P. Thanatos "I'm going to catch up before joining any more threads," Ysa said like the filthy liar she is.