It did not take particularly long for Sidony to gather her things, to put a few essentials into a bag and pick them up. She brings her healer's kit with her because there is never any reason not to, especially wandering around their organisation. There will likely always be someone who is hurt, someone who might need help - it entirely depends if she is willing to adjust her course.

For the moment she is entirely dedicated in walking forward, tugging her cloak over her shoulders.

It doesn't take her too long to get there, especially not absorbed in her thoughts as she is. Sidony is well aware of the oddness of the relationships she has founded here - a husband with two lovers of his own who accepts her lack of interest and a partner who understands her marriage. It's something that she doubts many others might understand and she knows that, even as she relishes it, grasps it with both her hands.

It's a little cruel of her, to monopolise so much of their attention, but she hardly wants to change it.

Making her way to Adra's chambers, Sidony lean against the wall and knocks gently.