Merde- this was precisely what she needed before the meeting. Some of the other templars she's managed to relax around, to put some of her fears behind her, to work with. Nerva would never be one of them.

She took a slow breath and reached for placidity. For Compassion. For the mask that she'd become more and more familiar with since the incident. Once she was settled and certain she turned, brow faintly lifted. "I am well. What do you need?"

Nerva would not come to her unless she needed something. Or if she wished to yell. Honestly Adelaide assumed this to be the latter- everyone had so many opinions and for some reason or another, despite the rather large number of other mages (some with more experience than her in a great may things) a good deal of them came to her.