Back in the Great Library, Inric and Ffion make their way out of the nexus room. "Ffion," Inric says, "if you are carrying food...." "I might be." She looks away, trying not to grin. "Then if you put it in one of the store room containers, it will keep." "For how long?" "Indefinitely," he says, still speaking Rhydaben, and how he picked that word up she has no idea. "I could have brought more?" "I doubt it," he says, in Eldarin, so she can ignore it. "Thanks!"