Corrin nods, smiling brightly. "That's right. I was in the first batch of arrivals. Though I guess at the time nobody knew it wasn't going to be a one-off thing." She admits. She walks over to the bag, waving at Claude to follow. "Come on, let's get off our feet for a bit. Gotta rest when we can."

Taking her own advice she sits down cross-legged on the grass, opening up the pack and begins removing the aforesaid snacks. There's some of the sugary variety to be sure, but also a few slices of bread, some salted pork, and two waterskins. An army can't march on an empty stomach, even if it's just an army of two. She offers one of the waterskins to Claude.

"How are you adjusting to life in Concord so far anyway?" She asks.