It had been a singularly terrible mission all around- not that she expected anything less considering the Inquisition's luck as of late- and yet from the moment they left the cave Adelaide has been nothing if not stoic. Her was voice even, her eyes dry, her expression blankly civil, not entirely uninviting to those that would have her company but not precisely giving off the impression she cared to discuss what they had seen. What they'd done.

None of them truly seemed to wish to do more than manage what they must for the report.

Now and then her eyes softened, fingers brushing against the leather band around her wrist. Otherwise? She tended to the remainder of the party. Healed wounds. Answered questions. Shared her whiskey, brandy, and wine as they were all in need of a drink.