For a moment Fern almost looks wounded--she doesn't want to even remember the world without Sina in it--but however the words sting, the simple kindness offered by Adalia's presence, even when she knows that comfort isn't her forte, is enough to bring a little smile to Fern's face.

She drops her hand down to gently stroke the top of Charis' cool, scaly head, then peers at Adalia, curious. "What kind of distraction?" she asks.