"The dancing is not the issue." Adelaide manages a faint crackle of laughter, the poise and composure she'd painted on for the dance floor and the conversation set aside. Under the silk and ice and powders she is still at her heart the healer with little time for nonsense and far too much work. Korrin she trusts to see her discomfit. "Every time I think, perhaps, life would have been easier without magic I shall remember tonight. And then be glad I have not had to do this my entire life."

It's exhausting.