Henry may have gotten to the library early, but it's never fully empty. Whether or not he's noticed the curly-haired witch dozing in a corner, she's been there since the beginning, given that she rarely moves from the library these days. She's had something of a rough recovery from her last venture outside Skyhold, so staying somewhere with easy access to books seems like her best bet. Food,of course, is secondary.

She does eventually wake up, slowly stretching and noting that worst of her bruising feels as though it's fading away. That's good. That means there's less of a chance anyone here will end up assuming she's a fighter and try to make her go out on another mission.

Eventually she goes about her regular business, reading and scribbling notes and absently eating a piece of too-hard bread that she'd had wrapped up from the night before. She doesn't look up until she hears a sound very close by, and that's when she notices that someone had been sitting fairly close to her and seems to have dropped a large pile of books.

Doing nothing but sitting around isn't helping her all that much, and so she forces herself to get up, stiffly crouching down besides the fallen books and helping the young man gather them up. "No harm done," she tells him softly. "I'm sure these books have gotten worse abuse over the years."