"Because if I were kind you wouldn't like me at all." Well, overtly kind. At least Bull's come quickly enough to avert any further flares of drama or discussions of death and burning. Dorian is given one last arch look and a not entirely kind flick of his ear before she kneels before Benevenuta.

"And I do not wish to have you waste away and die without dignity in the Library for ignoring common sense and attempting to work while feverish and ill." Says the pot to the kettle. Ignoring her displeasure and whatever scowling she might earn for it, Adelaide slips an arm around Benevenuta's waist and attempts to gather her close for a proper lift.

She hasn't had to do this with anyone older than twelve in some time, but it is something she can manage for short distances. "Thus, you will be carried, you will be put to bed, and you will rest until you are well. Both of you. If I must tie you to the bedframe to see it done, I will."