It was really the hair that caught Corrin's eye. It was the same colour as Eve's, another friend she'd apparently left behind back in Somnius. Too lost inside her own head, Corrin hadn't recognized that it wasn't just a similarity when she approached, and then she's too busy stumbling over herself about the damn kissing thing to really notice who it is she's falling over herself to.

Until she speaks, in that tone of wry amusement. And Corrin looks more clearly, sees the amused, familiar smirk as Eve leans forward—dangerously forward, making Corrin blush harder—and accepts.

"Eve? You're mmmmfph" is as far as Corrin gets before she's pulled into...well, a rather intense, lingering kiss. When Eve finally leans back, staring at Corrin with lidded eyes, she can only blink for a few moments at the other woman. Eve is here too. Wherever they are, they're both here. She hasn't left everyone behind. She hasn't left Eve behind.

"...Nope." She decides after a moment, putting her own drink down next to her fellow Somnian exile. "Not done yet." And placing her hands on Eve's shoulders, this time Corrin pulls her forward into a kiss of equal intensity and longing. One she can fully appreciate now that she knows who she's approached. Swept up by the wave of relief and joy that surged within her at the sight of Eve, Corrin forgets everything; the Tavernkeeper, the other people present in the bar. Right now, in this moment, Somnius or wherever else they may be, right now, the only thing that exists for Corrin is herself and Eve.

She pulls back much slower once the kiss finally ends, staying close to her. "I...I thought I'd lost you again." She mutters. After only just reuniting again in Somnius, after only just realizing the depth of her feelings for Eve, to have lost her again was a pain Corrin wasn't prepared yet to deal with.

And now it seems she won't have to.

"We might be on our own this time."