Inric feels less tired in the Great Library, although even the transfer had taken more out of him than he'd expected. "Where are we?" Kelyn asks from the floor, where she had sat down on arrival. Jory lies next to her, apparently still asleep. His shirt is strangely bulky. "Anvar," Inric says, turning to his nephew. "The others -" "I'll get them," Anvar says, no hesitation, and turns away with a frown of concentration. It takes longer than Inric would like, but he manages the transfer eventually. "Where are we?" Kelyn asks again, and Inric looks back to her. "This is the Great Library of the Eldarin," he says in Ivoryn.