"But I was talking to the folk downstairs, and they told me what the library has been to them." Invar was listening, good. She carries on. "A place for reading. A place for research. A place for learning. A place of safety." His hands are not quite so tightly clenched any more. Aneth takes a breath. "It isn't what it used to be. But if what it used to be wasn't what you thought it was... Then that doesn't sound so bad." His face is bemused, and she can't tell what's going through his head. May as well carry on. "You are the one here now," she says. "What do you want it to be? What do you want it to become?"