[She doesn't like having to step back but. She must. There's nothing else for it. It's too uncomfortable to remain close, a detriment to his idiotic pride, and just. Exhausting at this point. Adele waits for him to settle, breathe through whatever swell of heat that had him stagger before she resumes walking.

This was everything she hates.

A situation where her skills are useless. Where this is something she cannot fix.]

I will be more than able to explain the nuances of sedating yourself, even if it has been awhile since I've had to do it.