"Herian." Adelaide settles next to Herian with all the absentminded grace born of years of training. She could be reading or resting, but- her mind is too busy twisting itself in knots over what was done, how it was done, why it was done. Why that boy, why like this, what did they want to create? Easier to shut off those thoughts circling like so many broken winged birds and focus upon a patient. A student.

A peer, now. "It does take some adjustment."

She extends a hand. "Let me tend to your wounds."