They could not always do much when the wounds weren't bleeding- but sometimes they could do enough. An hour's respite from sorrow, from pain, from whatever ache may rest in their bones that could not be banished by magic or medicine. Sometimes it was enough. Sometimes it wasn't. Tonight? It seemed to be the former, though grief is not so easily set aside.

Perhaps she had Hope once and lost her? Adelaide couldn't imagine not having Compassion at her side, on her skin, singing her to a peaceful sleep.

"And I forget not all the world is like the Ivory Tower in which I was raised." The glow faded and her hand dropped back to her lap, smile small but kind. "Adelaide LeBlanc, of...Skyhold, I suppose."

That was her home now. As much as the Spire had ever been. "I shouldn't have interrupted. The rudeness is one we share."