"Magistra Colle!" Ylva bounces down the hallway from the nexus room, a pile of paper and the worldbridge clutched in her arms. "Oh, welcome back, Ylva!" "Here!" She thrusts her armful at Colle, who struggles not to drop the precious worldbridge as her protege races off down the corridor. Somewhat nonplussed, Colle follows. Ylva makes straight for the breeding rooms and the baby bookwyrms. "Ah, of course," Colle murmurs to herself, as Mina greets Ylva by the breeding room door with a wide grin.