Adrienne hummed out a small laugh. “I should enjoy whatever distraction you see fit to give me, Monsieur,” She murmured, feeling her muscles strain as she allowed herself to lean back in the pillows. The dim light of the orbs above her were starting to become tedious to look at, and she gladly focused on the silvery features of the ghost approaching her bedside instead. “And perhaps if it was any other ghost, I might see some cause for concern. But it’s just you.” Just you.

She was glad to see him, even in his somewhat gory appearance with an Elizabethan sword sticking out through his ribs. Her eyes followed him as best they could, tracking his movement as he lifted his hand to her forehead in askance. Once she realized what he’d been meaning to do, Adrienne gave a little gasp of understanding and nodded eagerly. “Oh yes please, if you don’t mind.” She consented, her smile widening.