Even this late at night sleep does not come easy- if it comes at all. Adelaide rouses Roul before she slips out of their room so he and the rest of her students won't be so concerned if they wake and she is still gone. A walk, perhaps, would clear her mind. Through the halls and past the gardens, lingering for a moment over that patch of grass that had been burnt to cinders months ago. What more can be done for it? For any of them?

At the moment, precious little. And thus she continues wandering out to the courtyard, pacing the perimeter in an attempt to exhaust herself before the soft murmurings of something and the telltale click of needles catches her attention. Curious- she follows the sound, peering at one of the newcomers. "It is an odd hour for knitting."