As much as it might not look like it from the outside now, Adelaide hates change as much as anybody, maybe second only to him. Marriage, motherhood, adulthood... all of them were things that were necessary, or unplanned, or unavoidable, or all three, and all of them unnerve her when she thinks about them too deeply. Maybe she could be brought around to some of those things, gradually, and by people she cares for deeply, but each and every one had happened in an instant, with no warning, no easing in, and no one there to warm her to the idea or at least distract her from overthinking them.
But despite them she still feels the same - her moody, stubborn, loyal little heart is maybe out of practice, but it isn't in any way fundamentally changed. She doesn't want to change, and she doesn't want those people that are hers to change either. Every little indication she sees that Sarge is still consummately Sarge is like a little gift.
He uses the word zombie on himself, and she stills suddenly, like the phrase caught her attention and took her with it, and then she laughs weakly, nodding. Her eyes don't leave his profile, but they narrow some, turning Sarge over like a familiar object she is reexamining. No, he hasn't changed, but maybe there are levels that they connect on now even more than they did before.
She has described it to herself on numerous occasions now as a feeling like a sleeping limb coming back to life, and she's certain that it's just what he means. Life was always one thing, and then when they weren't together anymore it was another thing, grim and bleak and... numb. Like a zombie, or a dead limb. She's not sure that even Rodeo would understand this - he loves them both, deeper than one person even should be able to love another, but in her mind he is and was and always will be vitality itself, in her mind he could never be less than what he is and keep going. If he lost them he might just stop completely - she can't imagine an empty shell Rodeo.
But she and Sarge are both describing the same thing, and though she suspects there are specifics there that he is glossing over, the similarity still makes her shake her head. "I'm pretty miserable at it, myself," she admits, though doing so might be a risk. She trusts him. "I'm real good at gettin' myself taken care of, but not so good at the... actual living part. Not without you both."