Kirkwall — that's in the Marches, on the other side of the Waking Sea, somewhere Corsina's never been. She wants to ask more, namely about what the other woman is doing there rather than in Ferelden; but then again, a lot of people fled the Blight, didn't they? For all that Corsina had rather been caught up in things, she hadn't been completely out of touch.

She hesitates, visibly, at the idea of introducing herself. Her name is known all over Ferelden, and she wouldn't be surprised if that were the case in other parts of Thedas, too. Corsina is, by now, used to expecting a certain set of reactions when people find out who she is — either skepticism or hero worship, and she's not fond of either one.

"Corsina Surana." She doesn't say it's a pleasure to meet the other woman, not because it's not but because the situation is wrong. Corsina takes a deep breath, and adds, "If you don't mind answering a few questions, could we go somewhere else? I'd like to sit down."

At least she's got her words back, though she still feels disoriented — and it's not just shock. Her body feels strange in a way she can't describe, like something about her has changed. It reminds her a bit of how she felt for a while after the Joining, like she was wearing a body that wasn't quite hers.