"I am telling you I prevented the necessity," she says, sedately, her sharp, fox's face softened by her lingering smile. "We camped entirely without incident, and he has yet both of his nipples."

The warmth of Adelaide's magic eases some of the tension in her - not all, but enough to make a difference. She is not a bit chastened, either because she's shameless (yes) or because she doesn't believe Adelaide wouldn't (...that as well), and though her worry for Dorian hasn't quite dissipated...

It is easy, being here. And she is eased by it, for all that a part of her mind always works.