"Remi! Ne soyez pas si vilain." Adelaide sidesteps the....halfhearted, quarterhearted, whichever it might be in favor of attempting to chastise the kitten. Which, again, is the only reason for the pink on her cheeks. Nothing more. This is...nice, in a way. Friendly. Easy, she might thing, but that is what surviving trauma does. It makes associations afterward easy.

"Mm. I shall make a point not to work around any of the particularly overpowering poultices should we've a meeting scheduled." Able to tune it out or no, that is common courtesy. And it would be cruel to be so noble as to forget common courtesy. "I...can almost imagine."