Settling back in at Skyhold feels...strange. To think that everything they'd been through in the Western Approach and to come back afterward and go right on working as though it hadn't happened. Well. Not entirely the same. The members of the late night study sessions, those that came to her to talk about what they'd seen, to ask after what it was to walk through the fade- that feared demons, those increased a bit.

Adelaide had her hands full which is how she likes it. If she is too busy working she cannot think about how she nearly died. Or that she'd more or less laid claim to a woman's life.

At least until said woman wanders back, a great deal more solid than she'd been at the time. Adelaide is...harried, which is normal. Hair pinned precisely in place with only a few strands loose around her face, muslin robe swapped out for a thicker, pale blue kirtle that fell in gentle folds around the legs of her chair. "Ah- no. Not at all, Red."