The library turned into Elua's refuge during the visitor's first night in the Exclave, considering she had 'gifted' her temporary private room to Zyris as it was the only one she had gone to such excessive containment lengths in. Thick stone walls were much the same in any other room of the house, but her disciples had mentioned they'd left things in there. Which was a good a place as any, especially since it was one of the handful that had been installed with her 'old' sigilwork essence lanterns that provided steady illumination that would not disturb her concentration.
Handwritten letters lay arranged across the polished marble center-table. Each bore her Qat's careful handwriting that had always quickly fulfilled her even if they came back one for every ten. She had read through them all, to completion, six whole times before allowing herself to actually touch her own reactions to the details they contained.
