"..." Adelaide turns from where she'd been limping up the incline to light and fresh air and life, never so happy for the idea of being in a desert in all her life-

When Herc stops and says that. That single, chilling, impossible thing.

Well.

Not all that impossible given his age, given what is supposed to happen to wardens. But that is in the tales, in the rumors, in whispers of people she has never met. Men she has never loathed on principle and come around to actually, perhaps, being somewhat fond of. Men she's come to respect.

"I beg your pardon but- what the fuck did you just say?" Because he cannot mean that.