"Steve, keep talking." Adelaide spares a glance to Merrill and Gus and all that blood, eyes glowing blue. Better they not give an inch lest these fools attempt to take a mile. "Merrill, if you would be so kind as to remove your dagger from Gus' side and, perhaps, place it somewhere that will keep him cooperative?"

Wherever that is? Adelaide honestly doesn't care, for all that she gives the area south of his belt a significant look. Once the knife is moved she snaps- a sharp crack of blue energy flaring against torn flesh and skin, mending it in short order. It is numb for the duration of the healing, but no longer. It is not slow, it is not so precise as to leave no marks. If anything the lingering scar ought to serve as a reminder for Gus to not get caught in this foolishness again, to never underestimate an opponent simply because they're an elf.

Eyes still glowing a frigid blue, she taps her blade against Timmy's chest, point digging in faintly. She'll be horrified with herself later. "Is there anything else? Specificity is appreciated."