Library, Wednesday (August 17)

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Unlike last week Gabrielle was in the library for her shift today; she was still exhausted and looking fairly miserable, but she was here and -- when she wasn't working on the newest and hardest to write of her scrolls -- carrying herself about her tasks with a maniacal energy that had a desperate edge to it.

It was therapeutic, in its own way, shelving the returns; at least Gabrielle had the reassurance of knowing that putting something in the proper order was within her power. Small comfort, maybe, but she'd take it.