[For a moment Sabriel stares after Adele, a faint flush of emotion rising to her cheeks as she briskly wipes at her eyes. Adele's affection had initially been...jarring, it had taken her a while to get used to all of the hugging and then this. Her father had not done that for her since she was a child. If her mother had lived, perhaps this was what she would have been like. By the time she has recomposed herself her eyes are pink as she gives the older woman a bittersweet smile and follows her into the kitchen.]
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There's no rush. Thank you Adele.