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[eviscerates]

( And there's a crack of guiltiness, there, and she goes from ridiculous to contrite in 0.2463. )

Sorry. ( A breath, and far more calm and steady and... well, the Red people see all the time: ) Do you need to get back to your potion?

[fleurdesel]

Unfortunately, yes.

[ And it truly is somewhat unfortunate, for as strange and wide ranging as this conversation has been-

Adelaide finds she's enjoyed it immensely, feeling lighter, less tense and anxious about the upcoming rituals. ]

Try to get some sleep. You will likely need it.

[eviscerates]

Alright. Well, I will let you get to it. I hope it... brewed? Well?

( ??? She has no idea about what the relevant terms would be. Is potion like soup? She just does not know. )

I will. And you too. Rest up and stuff.

[fleurdesel]

It seems to have done just that.

[ Which is a step in the right direction for the last ritual. Not that she is eager to skip the fourth but-

Being prepared is important in this. ]

Goodnight, Miel Loup. Sleep well.

[eviscerates]

( Okay, maybe she likes this nickname. Maybe she sort of digs it. )

Thanks, Captain. Sleep well.

( and now she is hanging up before this turns into an awkward pause kind of place. )