For a long moment, Inric stares at Mina, who glares back at him. It reminds him of when they first met, and she had insisted on demanding he return the book she thought he'd stolen. The memory makes him smile, and he ducks his head in recognition of her point. "I apologise. I am well. I appreciate your concern." "Hmph." Mina folds her arms, but then relents. "Did talking about your friend make you sad?" "Not as such," Inric says, surprising himself with the truth. "They are good memories. But they remind me of how the Library used to be." He looks away. "Much has changed."