“I’m glad it doesn’t frighten someone at least,” Adrienne rejoined with a hum of amusement. “It seemed to scare the daylights out of everyone else who came by to visit.” Oh she didn’t begrudge them for poorly masking their terror upon seeing her, but it was quite nice to at least be regarded without seeing her own inner turmoil reflected in someone for once. The new mother found that the more people were visibly shaken, the more her nerves seemed to flay themselves in response.

She wanted to live. But their doubts about her not being able to make it were rather unsettling. And even though she had an inkling Monsieur Wye was - for once - perhaps holding back his more morbid compliments, it was more the lack of fear in him that she felt grounded in. Adrienne couldn’t help but let out a little groan of relief as his hand passed over her skin. With the rest of her body feeling as if it had been dunked in a vat of boiling water, the coolness that began to spread at her forehead was an absolutely delightful sensation. “Ohhh, it soothes wonderfully,” She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed briefly.

Her hand automatically came up. Hovered over his own momentarily before she remembered their circumstances. She still reached forward until her fingertips felt the coolness of his barrier and tried to guide his hand to her temple. “Would you move to just there, please?”