I should hope. The alternative would be far more distracting. [Adele couldn't rightly imagine the village without the flit of a red jacket in the corner of her eye, the lingering echo of Lupin's chuckle. The sights and sounds of mischief, of bright, cheerful chaos on a good day. The village isn't silent on it's own by any means but without Lupin it'd be just a little dimmer, and that'd be enough.]

I still can't quite do house calls to your flat Lupin, [Not for lack of trying, the meditation just...wasn't going well. At all.] But if you need me to? I can try.