"Field rations are never as good as home-cooked food, you know tha-at," Her voice stuttered just a bit when she saw that, and her body immediately became rigid before she let out a breath that she hadn't been aware that she'd been holding. She was being paranoid, just because it happened once...

But, it didn't stop Adela from rubbing just a little at her previously injured arm. Even if it didn't hurt any more, the memories of that ordeal were still as clear as the scarring under her clothes.