Now that she had settled herself as best she'd be able to while on her own, Adele took up her usual rounds in the battledome clinic once more. It was familiar, it was work, patients and files- a world she understood well enough to keep herself centered.

To be honest she'd been expecting Gregor to come in sooner- and yet at the same time she was glad he'd taken his time to check in. A week earlier and she would have been in no position to help.

"Greg. When I told you to call me when it became worse, you do know I meant a little worse and not to wait until it sounds as though you are fit to cough up a lung, yes?"