There's a twitch. A faint coil that rears up before it is squashed entirely and she goes. She crackles with laughter and rolls against him; tipsy and giddy and warm and feeling as if-

As if so much of what has come to pass, hasn't.

As though minding a few troublesome students were all that she had to worry over- not murders and templars, not a hole in the sky and the future of mage rights. For a little while the future does not rest on her ability to cope, history does not look back and wonder who she was or why she wondered. It slips and slides away.

For a little while, she is simply Adelaide.

"You are going to continue to do so. It amuses you."