For an hour or so the library is quiet, and Colle gets on with picking out books to scour for references to Eynvard. But then she hears a quiet tread approaching, and Yllianvarar's voice breaks her concentration. "Good morning, Magistra Colle." "Oh, hello, uh, Yllianvarar. Ah, are you going to the records room again?" "That's right, I've got plenty to do." He disappears up the corridor. Colle puts her books down on the table, trying not to worry about the situation. They're both adults. What's the worst that could happen? That was a bad thought to conjure. With a sigh, she leaves her work and follows Yllianvarar towards the records room.