Corrin seats herself on the arm of the couch so as not to intrude on Castor's space, seeing the woman needs rest. "Yeah, I do." She says simply. "I don't think there will be anymore second chances if we blow this." Or fiftieth chances or fifty-first or...whichever loop they're on. Corrin last track in the twenties somewhere.

"I think we can do it, though. After everything we've already managed to accomplish? I think if we keep our heads and look out for each other, Ramaa and Bahamut are never going to know what hit them." A pause. "Actually, I think they'll be pretty certain who hit them, but you know what I mean." She giggles. "...Can I get you anything from the buffet, Castor?" She asks kindly. "Some hot food might help perk you up a little."