[Unlike a certain child, Corrin was considering a tattoo, which was what kept bringing her back to Inkchanted. But she never actually went through with it, and just wound up helping with the batteries or indecisively leaving. Tattoos were a big deal, okay?]

[She was walking past again, red eyes once more thoughtfully tracing over the various tattoos people nearby had already gotten, when she heard that frustrated young voice venting at one of the batteries. Hm?]

Having trouble?

[She asked, a bright smile settling on her lips as she turned to approach where the girl was sitting. There was something familiar about her...someone Edelgard had described, maybe? Maybe. No sense guessing just yet. But talking about the dream...]

Don't feel bad. It can be pretty tricky when you first wake up here. I know it took me forever to feel like I knew what I was doing.