At the moment she is alone in her quarters, her students minded by Roul in the courtyard running focus drills as she flits through letters that yet needed sending, sheaves of research on the fade, and the beginnings of a ledger of poultices, potions, and their ingredients. With much of the clutter tucked away there is room enough for Benevenuta to weave her way close and, indeed, lay on the somewhat scruffy chaise Adelaide has made use of as her bed come nightfall.

The cut of Beneventua's bodice earns quirk of the brow and faint sigh, but little more. She is here, she is healthy, Adelaide can ask for little else. Though the rather- she would not say erratic, but lack of placidity in Beneventua's gestures gives her pause.

"Nothing of note. The Tranquil work in the Library, the unharrowed apprentices have some trouble sleeping and for that I've recommended talking to myself or one of the senior enchanters- failing that? Sleeping draughts. It is not the best solution but it is what we have. How fared your trip?"