Good thing those puns are only in the narrative. Adia's gaze lingers on the shrouded bodies, dark and troubled. She's no stranger to death, but the reminder of it aches. "You've done a very kind thing," she says to Reynard softly.

Seeing his surprise and happiness warms her heart as much as his second hug, which she barely has time to return before he has her by the shoulders and is looking her over again. Her smile is so full of life that it's a wonder she isn't literally glowing. When he pulls her in for a third hug, she can't help but laugh, wrapping her arms around his middle and giving him a gentle squeeze for his trouble. "Yes, it is. It's the best thing that's happened in a long time."

She's about to gently protest the drink -- she's done enough drinking recently to last her quite a while, thank you -- but then Reynard suggests cake and she grins. "Sure, cake sounds great. Do you know a good place?" Preferably one that wasn't flattened into rubble.