"Kallian-" Adelaide's voice is sharper than it is normally- tense. Weary. Focusing on this one thing she knows for certain, this one thing she knows her judgement can be without question has helped somewhat. Less when her patients are belligerent and her aides are flitting about like shuddering hummingbirds. Hoping to still the girl for a moment at the very least, Adelaide pours a cup of tea and presses it into her hands, motioning to the nearby empty chair. "Sit. Drink."

She tends to the bandages herself. "Something is on your mind."

Not a question, something is twisting at the girl.