"Yes, I--I have some time," Fern says and tries to mirror that confidence, that enthusiasm, but what with everything going on, it's so difficult. Still, she comes forward, rooting around in the little basket on her arm to fetch out the sachet of tea that she prepared, and sets it on a nearby table for Adalia to have, whenever she likes.

"I'd... ask how you've been doing, but..." she begins, but lets her words taper off. Her eyes settle on her friend's blue skin, then move to her eyes again, clearly worried.