“Oh, it’s quite alright, I’m grateful all the same,” She hurried to assure him of his handiwork. Flexing and pointing her foot was painful to say the least, but pain, Adrienne mused, was at least better than not feeling anything at all. She reached down to adjust her skirts in attempt to at least appear modest (though in this chaotic scenario where everyone was at least some shade of disheveled, she wasn’t entirely concerned about whispers about her indecency).

She cast him another grateful smile as he assured her there was little harm done by her lack of recognition. All the same, she felt a prickle of guilt stab at her gut, for reasons she couldn’t explain. She watched him conjure a stool for himself as he fiddled with his own sleeve and she laughed at his joke. “I apologize still, I’m glad that I was able to see friends from Cash’s life at the wedding.” Looking down at his sleeve she pressed her lips together. Perhaps… “I…I know you have no reason to trust my abilities, but I know a spell that might help, if you need. It’s not a cooling spell but it’ll help with the pain that you feel…” She wasn’t sure if she should reach out to touch it, so she paused, her hand in mid air instead.

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