Magistra Colle is waiting when Inric makes his way down the corridor leading from the transfer room. He doesn't notice her until she speaks. "No book today?" "No. No book today." His leg hurts, and he is exhausted. "Just a lot of walking?" She falls in beside him as he makes his way through the corridors. "Indeed." "Tiero has managed to get the kits to shake hands on command," she says, and that sounds amusing, but all he can manage is, "I see." "Mina has finished with the Tarevian archives." "Good." One step, then another, and not too long before he can sit down and then sleep. "And Ffion has made chuckets!" He keeps moving.