It's been... strange, being back in the Gallows. As far as she's been told it's been only a few months for them, but for Adalia it's been years. Years in which she's changed and grown and become a whole new person, it feels like, and yet... back in Kirkwall, she feels just as small and lost as she did when she first arrived in Thedas. Truthfully, the simple task of cleaning is a welcome one. It's difficult to mess up something so banal, and it keeps her mind off the more complicated and distressing implications of her re-arrival.

There are some things, though, that do not come back to her so quickly. When she hears a woman's voice, distraught and pleading, and turns to see the wimple in the air, it's the work of a thought to turn the wind sharply in her own direction, guiding the wimple to her hands without having to lift a finger. Knowledge of Thedosians' opinions of magic only return to her after the fact, and Adalia turns to the woman with a convincingly faked expression of surprise.

"Oh — fortunate that the wind turned this way! And it never even touched the ground."