"Adeline?" Layla's voice cut through the fog of thoughts.
Adeline blinked and forced herself back into the moment. "Sorry," she said, voice small. She rubbed at her temples like she could wipe the worry away.
Layla crouched down beside her and gave a soft, easy smile, she tried to make it convincing. "You look like you're thinking too much. Want some liquid courage?" She wiggled the little flask in her hand.
Adeline coughed twice before saying. "No. Thank you."
Layla made a face. "Great, because I might need every last drop." She tipped the flask back in one long swallow and then added cheerfully, "Okay, I'm good. You still need to look less like a walking catastrophe."
Adeline let out a deep breath. It helped.
"Do you really get it?" Layla asked after a moment, voice softer now. "About why they're after you and me?"
