"Désolé , chaton." She murmurs, focusing first on Purrelden. The poor thing keeps attempting to sleep and everyone keeps moving her. How distressing that must be. Adelaide lets her eyes focus on the soft pattern to her fur, smoothing it back into place where she'd mussed it with her twitching.

No one new, good. No one running- better.

He'd seen- they'd seen if Justice and his grumbling is anything to go by and it stings to know that vulnerability has been witnessed. That grief. Compassion wells and settles, curling about her shoulders like a familiar cloak- reproach is not often something they feel but it sits thick in the air after Justice's mumbling. They speak, resonant and melodic 'There is nothing just in ignorant commentary.'

Adelaide snorts a soft, bittersweet laugh at that. "He reminds me of a particularly stubborn and insufferable Senior Enchanter in the Spire."