Anvar blinks as the air shimmers clear, to reveal - nobody. He frowns. "Nobody's here," he says, and Merianethel gives him an enquiring look. "Were you expecting someone to meet us?" "There's usually someone here, just in case..." he trails off, not wanting to admit it's to keep an eye on Invar. "Well, anyway. Someone should be here!" He leads the way in, his mother following, looking every which way and that at all the shelves. Anvar is too tense to enjoy them. "Why does this happen every time I visit?!"