It was difficult to not take notice of that tension- and as it would harm her not at all to offer, Adelaide lifted a hand. "Might I be of some help? You are weary and wish yet to work a few more hours; a feeling with which I am well acquainted. I can give you a little more time to work comfortably before you must rest."

No condemnation for working herself to the point of weariness, no judgement- for as Adelaide said. She knew the feeling well. "In truth we are attempting to work with the Templars to see that this does not happen again- but they are not organized quite so well as of yet. With lyrium reserves low and the displacement from the Order I cannot blame them for it. All of us must defer to the Advisors; they have the last word."