"Come now," Narayedaran smiles, "even in these times no Eldarin would willingly damage the Great Library!" "I don't want to fight you, either," mumbles dream-Inric. But Narayedaran is not listening. "Be well!" he says cheerfully. "I'm sure this will be over soon." The dream fades, and Inric groans. Copper pokes his head over the side of the bench and curls up next to Inric. Whether it is the warmth, the companionship, or something else, his sleep becomes easier and he relaxes.