"Understood, miss Tirarian. It would do well to bring them." Corinne nodded before standing up again and stretching out her limbs. Her cheeks flushed an embarrassed shade of pink at glancing down and actually noticing how close the gnome was to [i]actually growling[/i] at her now, and she scratched the back of her head with a nervous smile. "A..hah."
She knew she meant no disrespect. In fact, it was the absolute opposite. Corinne heavily respected the lady and her trade. But she did have the tendency to screw up with certain social cues...ah, such was life, and gods above, was it an elusive mistress!
Though it passed soon, and matters became more practical. She shook her head, a little more confident with clenched fists now, "That's settled then, we make our way to Elric's manor. I...I've never been to your house either, miss Tirarian. I hope it isn't very far from here..."

She turned around to catch the ending snippets of Elric's description. He looked well, though Corinne was indeed curious about what he held. She held her tongue. She'd ask later. "...a brainless bear, then? A shocking number of people fit that criteria." she smirked now, "A wonderful, sad, shocking number of people."
She gave him the smirk now, more mischievous than anything. Colour came back to her pale features fast. "It may be a tool of life, but I would also think it a sufficient enough tool for someone like you to cut through a bag with, albeit with much difficulty and repetitive motion...which further supports my idea that...they hurt you. They put you to sleep. How? Are...you really sure you're alright?"
She glanced between him and the gnome, worried again. Ben helped the man regain his balance once on Lysander, before stepping over to the elf's side and giving her shoulders a little squeeze. She was grateful for his presence. Her voice was a little more enthusiastic when she spoke again, "Oh, Cherry would [i]never[/i] do that, Elric. He's far too much of a sweetheart for that..."
She left Ben's arms to give Lysander's neck a little stroke, and his muzzle a little kiss. Something quite similar to when you would constantly, rhetorically ask a pet something along the lines of 'who's a good boy', to which he responded with a pleased snort and ears that perked up more.
"See?" she looked over at Elric with a more smug smile and took a hold of the horse's reigns. The other hand found Benjamin's, with fingers laced with his in no time. 
"...but who would want to hurt [i]you[/i], Elric? You...you've been saving lives for as long as I've had the pleasure of knowing you, and little else."
She paused.
"Baxter, eh? I wouldn't hold it to him, but..." her voice drifted off.
It was frightening to think that just about anyone could be...[i]the culprit[/i].