"One moment." She pats his back idly, contact out of habit from when they would share tea and he was still Detlef- parting without a grounding touch simply wasn't something she could manage. A way to remind herself that she was alive, he was real, and all was well. Now it's...simply habit. One she has yet to break herself of though not for lack of trying.

Adelaide slips away and so too does the shadow wander off after-

The constant blue glow of Compassion? Lingers with Anders. Offers warmth to the pillows and the blankets with a touch, shape equally indistinct. Humming quietly something soft and Orlesian. One of the songs Adelaide sang for Anders that night at the bonfire, when everything had been warm and beautiful and painless. Pale blue brushes through Anders' hair- Compassion caring even if Adelaide cannot be quite so certain, moving away only when she slips back into the curtained off area with a sleeping kitten bundled close to her chest. "She did not quite wish to leave him."