"That is not the first word that comes to mind when I think of you." She manages, through her laughter. Eyes bright, a portion of that weary tension gone for the moment, Adelaide combs a loose strand of hair back in place. "Strong, would be the word."

There is a courage in determination. In moving forward.

Remi mews, demanding attention- or declaring his intent before he makes a tackling dive for the bangles on Ruby's wrist. One or the other. "But what do you do about the smell?"