The burial ground is not peaceful, as such, but it is soothing. A green cacophony of growth and life, a reminder of generations past who had treasured this place. Inric has returned several times since he and Anvar performed the blessing ritual, enjoying the change of pace and the business of small lives which neither knew nor cared about the Great Library and its inhabitants. Today Copper has joined him, curled up on the moss next to him, and Inric absently strokes the bookwyrm's soft belly and thinks about very little. "MYEEP!" The noise comes with a scrabbling impact to his head, and Inric, half dazed, puts his hands up and grabs one of the kits, clearly on an escape mission of some kind. It wriggles in his hands until Copper turns to glare at it. Rapid footsteps warn of more company, but two-legged this time - Ylva bursts out of the nearest entrance and skids to a halt, taking in the situation. "Oops," she says.