"I'm sorry," the Sage goes on, "that came out wrong. Well, not wrong, but - never mind. Look, we need to go." She pats the bulging bag at her side. "I've got your book here." Inric eyes the bag. "Not just my book." "There's a few others," she admits. "I couldn't bear to leave them behind. I'm ready - no, wait a moment." She steps in front of him, taking another book from the windowsill. "Now I'm ready."